Willow Rwby Novels & Stories

I stand slowly and reveal my position in front and to the right of her slowly just as a deep angry growl sounds from her in warning. This is going to be interesting. Anders is probably right – I’m about to get my ass bit. ---- Willow I watch as a large dark grey wolf with bright blue eyes slowly stands from where it was hiding in the undergrowth of a bush. I’ve never had a wolf in my territory before and need to warn it off now, so I can get back to the cabin to get Dad inside.

"This is...vague. How are they supposed to combat something so nebulous?" "By being what they are," Storm answered simply. "A living example of unity born from diversity. Riverwood and Blackthorn, joined through these three. Music and strength, compassion and leadership, all flowing together." "The Moon Rose ritual on Lilly's eighteenth birthday will complete what has begun," Ruby continued. "But the journey there, the growth of their bond, the lessons they must learn, is equally important." Luna Harmony approached her daughter's form cautiously. "And your role in all this? You three wolves?"

- I watched him throwing with a smile. Two weeks ago, he had volunteered to test Martha's experimental smell-enhancing potion for himself. But no one expected such a reaction. Especially Alex himself. For the first week, he could only live in the forest, because all household smells caused him dizziness and vomiting. Now already, he felt only echoes of this amplification. I smelled Wally a little differently. Yes, there was something similar to the smell of burnt rubber, but through it I caught notes of freshness, some kind of meadow grass, some other smell slipped through, but even I could not catch it.

Without a word, I remained seated across from them, my gaze fixed on the star-studded night sky beyond the window. "Don't be scared. I'm here," Ryan reassured her, his voice so tender it grated on my nerves. Emboldened, Willow giggled and grabbed his wrist, pressing herself even closer. "Ryan, your hands are so warm. Could you help me apply my lipstick? I want to look good for pictures later." Ryan took the lipstick she handed him. The two leaned in so close that their breaths mingled. Willow tilted her head, slightly opening her mouth, her tongue darting out to wet them in a way that was undeniably provocative.

Nature vs nurture and all that. So I broke the attic window, and climbed down the pipes. Then my brain yearned to be in water. Unfortunately, the only way to get to Flower Moon river was to cross the Unclaimed Forest. So I did what I had to do. Who would be in the forest at three in the morning? Right, Werewolves—because like I mentioned it was a full moon.

The rope from the middle began to sparkle and it finally halted when she fell on the grass, getting all wet from the water which released from the rope. Nixer wiped his face to chuckle as he winked, "Babygirl, this won't work on me." Willow sensed the amount of power he was holding inside of him...maybe something has happened to him. Willow was the powerful witch but right now her magic wasn't working on him. She stood up to try it one more time and this time, too, she fell on the grass. He stepped towards her and made her stand up on her feet, brushing his hand on her gorgeous face to whisper, "I want you as my companion tonight…" he looked deep into her eyes and all he could see was...ange

Parker with the grief of going through so much trauma a few days ago. “How is Willow now? Roy felt bad for the girl, she was actually a nice person with a bright personality and a very redeeming attitude. “She is fine, but she has not spoken a word to us.” Lady Lyl seemed to be lost in what it seemed like depression. “Can I see her?” Roy requested and Lady Lyl led the way to her room. Willow was lying in her bed, facing the ceiling with bandages over her chest. “Hey!” Roy stood in the doorway and voiced, “I heard you are not talking to anyone, but I told Lady Lyl that no way she will ignore me.” He tried to joke but only a tear was able to make its way down to her ear.

Lilyanna’s jaw now on Tori’s right shoulder as she moves to bite down hard. “TORI” cries Layla. Layla now scared for her son’s life. ‘Rune? Are you okay?’ asks Tori through their bond, Rune now trying to throw Lily off them. ‘Yeah… I’ll be fine once I get this bitch off me’ growls Rune. Rune then moving to swing a paw up towards Willow. His paw catching her on the snout. Willow releasing him as she howls. Her eyes glaring daggers, having been scratched along the nose as she attempts to pounce again.

“Time to go.” He walked straight past us and aimed for the trees. I stared around me wondering how I’d ended up in the company of so many strange men. Rampage the magical furious barbarian. Killian the black-haired, smokey Warlord. BailaLae the girl of vines, wearing only an armored tunic. Tanya the short fiery brunette barking orders at the other mages. Willow emerged from the castle and the wind seemed to hum. Her energy reaching like fingers as the other sounds seemed to still. Beckoning all eyes to turn to her.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.