Willow Rwby Novels & Stories

He smirked and stepped away from me. Hearing him Willow stirred inside my head, she became really since after the attack. The wolfsbane in our system for so long has really made her weak. Though the medication is going on but still the doctor said she needs some time to get back to her original self. I am just glad about her being alright, being able to shift and us together going for a run though not as speedy as before. “Just a few more days, and she will be back like previous. Don’t worry she is doing great.” Rodger said at the last appointment I had with him. “What does he mean by teenage games? How dare he say so?” Willow growled feeling frustrated by his words. Hunter is not alone in t

Willow's POV: As I slowly started to regain consciousness, my head was spinning, and my body felt heavy. The sound of beeping machines filled my ears, causing a sense of panic to rise within me. I tried to open my eyes, but the bright lights above me made me squint in discomfort. "Willow?" a familiar voice whispered, sending a jolt of recognition through me. Brax. His voice was like a lifeline, grounding me in reality. I could feel his presence beside me, his warmth radiating towards me as he spoke softly. "Please, Willow, I need you to be okay," he pleaded. "I don't want to live in a world that doesn't have you in it."

Willow huffed, stood up, and stomped over to the chair beside Roman, plopping down with a scowl. Roman’s entire frame relaxed the moment she was within reach. The scent of his cedarwood and rain cologne hit her, and her resolve began to melt like spring snow. "Proceed," Roman nodded to the council. His phone buzzed on the table. He checked it, his expression unreadable, and began to type. Willow’s own phone vibrated in her lap. A Luna’s place is always beside her Alpha. Nowhere else. Willow’s heart skipped. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, but she forced a stern face and narrowed her eyes at him. Roman looked at her then, his gaze roaming slowly over her features before meeting her eyes.

A thrill of excitement coursed through me as I watched one of the racers launch into the sky and perform a pretty impressive manouvre. This was one of the most amazing outdoor parties I had ever seen. An incredible sight, pictureseque and not what I was expecting at all. "Welcome to Willow. It's an event where nobles and non-nobles alike come together to simply unwind and celebrate life. It is held every Friday night and stretches on to Monday morning. Many of the younger werewolves are regular attendants but it is open to all. One is expected to leave all of their worries and obligations behind when you come here."

The only thing different is that Willow isn't a witch and she has two babies on her hands this time rather than just one, both whom are hybrids like me. I smooth my hand over the bandaid on her neck, checking to see if it needs changing because there was so much blood when I- when I had bitten her drunkingly. But instead of just feeling her warm breaths against my neck, this time I feel her whole body actually move against me and a very quiet groan slips out of her lips.

Rainer Willow and I have visited Ivy regularly over the years. While Willow’s relationship with the rest of the coven is strained due to the century of bloody history between vampires and witches, Ivy is the last of Willow’s family in the coven. She is the great-granddaughter of Willow’s younger sister, Bryony, whom our daughter is named after, and she cherishes that connection.

Kairav nodded. "I'm choosing to put my faith in you," he said. "I know you will—" Willow cut him off. "Do you hear that?" she said looking towards the trees. The members that were coming back were now inside the building. "Hear what?" Willow stepped out and looked at the trees that were slightly ruffling. Within a second she saw a vampire running towards her, fast enough to not easily be seen, and fast enough to not give her the time to react. And in the next second, Wes was in front of her holding the vampire by his throat before snapping his neck. The vampire fell to the ground with a thud.

Raff cries out as Asim continues to thrust in and out and Willow continues to touch the area gently. I don’t know what she wants or if she knows why, but it seems to increase Raff’s pleasure every time her finger runs over one particular spot. As a droplet of fae cum drips from Raff’s cock again, Willow catches it on her finger and rubs that spot as Asim thrusts in. Willow steps back and returns to me after kissing Asim and caressing his ass. “They are so beautiful together! I want to watch them both come undone,” Willow comments.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.