Willow Rose Books Novels & Stories

Willow loved it because it was a small table and chairs tucked into its own corner, surrounded by high backed walls on both sides. She had felt bad for lying to her grandmother earlier. She wasn't here to get a new book but rather read the one Loriann had given her. The leather diary had been burning a hole in her bag for days now. Gently, she placed the book on the table in front of her and stared at it, as if it would burst into flames at the first touch. Opening the cover, she began to read, devouring the history of the Red Hoods and one Weyland Brochade in particular.

"He stayed buried in the Lanka business files. And now you’re back, and suddenly he’s sending cryptic texts and acting like a territorial Alpha?" The doorbell rang, cutting through the tension. Jade went to answer it and returned a moment later carrying a massive bouquet of white roses. "White roses?" Willow whispered, taking the card. A beautiful day should begin with a beautiful sight. -R "White roses symbolize a truce," Jade noted with a smirk. "And a fresh start. You should start paying attention, Willow. Because in this territory, Roman Vale always hunts until he catches what he wants." That evening, the atmosphere at the dinner table was suffocating. Willow cleared her throat, the clin

“No, but I’ve heard of you through reputation,” she replies, setting her book down. “I’m Willow.” She smiles, and I return the gesture. “It’s nice to meet you. I need your help looking for some books in the library.” “What topic would that be?” “I’m looking for folktales, particularly about wolf shifters.”

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

The morning of Clara’s wedding dawned with a softness that felt almost intentional, as though Ashford Hollow itself had chosen to be gentle on such an important day. The sky stretched wide and clear, brushed with pale gold as the sun slowly rose above the hills, casting warmth over rooftops, trees, and the quiet streets that had witnessed so much of Clara’s journey. Today, those same streets would witness something entirely different. Willow & Ink had been transformed overnight. Where once there were rows of books and quiet corners, there were now delicate arrangements of white and soft blush flowers woven between shelves. Ribbons draped gracefully along railings, and small lanterns hung lik

She shook her head and continued walking. "Oh come on, babe!" Evelyn begged Willow who was sitting on her bed flipping through a textbook she borrowed from the library. "Please!" Eve whined when she did not reply. Willow sighed and looked up from her book. "Eve, I already said no like five times in the last minute," she said and her best friend let out a noise of unhappiness.

"And it worked for you, so..." "It will work." Lily told her. "If we believe it can, then it will." Willow smiled and nodded. She placed the book in the center of them. "Hold hands." "Oh, come on." Rayleigh complained. "Don't be a poor sport!" Zalakai called to her from a distance. Rayleigh growled with annoyance, but she grabbed Amira's and Lily's hands. Willow grabbed Lily's and Amira's hands. "Alright." Lily watched as Willow closed her eyes. A gentle warm breeze caressed Lily's cheek, a blatant contrast to the cold air of fall that lingered. It was welcoming and... Familiar?

I grinned. “When are our massages?” “In twenty minutes, which means we have time for something.” Willow grinned. “Another round?” “No baby. Presents.” “Oh yay!” Willow pulled on my shirt and got up to run over to her purse. I reached in my bag and got out her present. “You open first,” She urged excitedly. God she’s too cute. I unwrapped it. It was kind of like a scrapbook. It was titled Why Just Nathaniel is Enough. I flipped through it and smiled. None of the reasons had anything to do with me being top of the class or competing against Willow. It was things about me being funny and sweet. There were even pictures that Willow had taken of me.

He let out a sigh before reaching behind a throw pillow and pulled out the book of Hecate and placed it on the coffee table. "Your teacher believes you can decipher your vision a bit better with some assistance through that." He gestured to the book. Willow's eyes lit up as she gazed down at the book, carefully picking it up like it was a newborn child. She ran her fingers over the cover and the binding so delicately. He felt himself shiver as he watched, surprising himself.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.