Novel & Cerita Willow Rwby

I spun around, and River was leaning against the door frame. “Selling my cows?” River asked and arched a brow. “To an excellent buyer. This way, you don't have to deal with an auction. It might pay out more too. You never know.” “It doesn't matter what you do, legs. You're not going to fucking save this place. Please, wrap your head around that,” River barked. He stepped forward. “What?” A high-pitched voice came from behind River. River spun around. I walked around the desk to peek around him, and there she was, his now eighteen-year-old sister. Willow had long, straight black hair and blue eyes. She looked like River, but she was an inch shorter than me.

“But if we get caught it will be less exciting, don't you think?” “You're right. If we're caught this is over…and I'm not ready for this to end.” She kissed me quickly before going back to Joy's room. I pressed my ear against Willow's door again. I was thrilled to just hear the sounds of a movie. -- “So are you Willow's new boyfriend?” Robbie asked. “Um…” Orlando looked over at Willow for guidance. “No, not at all.” Willow said. “We're friends.” Friends who fuck a lot. “Well why aren't you dating?” Bianca asked. “He's very handsome.”

Raymond grasped Ravi's hand, his head falling onto Ravi's shoulder, allowing Ravi to feel Raymond's warm breath caressing his neck. "I'm sorry, Ravi. I've made everything so messy." Ravi knew Raymond was crying now; his shoulder was wet with tears, while Raymond's hands hugged Ravi's waist tightly. Ravi reciprocated the embrace, and Raymond's pitch-black wings opened to envelop them. Ravi felt something crackling around them, the night wind suddenly blowing against Ravi's minimally clothed body. Ravi was taken aback when Raymond moved and looked at him with one eye shining brightly yellow. "He touched Ravi again. I will erase his touch now."

Elijah sighs while unlatching an arm away from my back so that he can massage his creasing forehead. “Hold on. You didn’t let me finish,” Raven huffs in detest while demanding everyone’s attention, aggravated at Elijah’s lack of willing patience, “-Willow's eyes glowed. And they didn’t glow just any old colour. They lit up like a pair of sapphires, you idiots. Don’t you see the resemblance? Where else have you heard about sapphire toned eyes other than those old tales? Nowhere. I can tell you that for sure,” she stands, her delicate face scrunching up as she forcefully gets her point across.

Jake Weasel pulled the van to a stop at a look-out point and switched the engine off. Jake got out, his hand going to his gun when a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. Over his shoulder was a slumped form and he relaxed when he recognized Gage Vittori. “Wrath,” Gage said, letting the man fall to the ground with a loud thud. “Thanks, Gage, I owe you one.” Gage shook his head. “This was fun, no IOU needed. It’s been a while since I’ve gone stalking and hunting. I miss it.”

I turned seeing willow and Ryker, they both looked like they had just woken up. A huge smile spread across willows face seeing me as we ran up to one another hugging. "Can you believe this? The whole pack house is buzzing, these outfits are so cute. Apparently its some new tradition we're starting." Willow said as she looked down at her and Rykers Pjs. Theirs had red and green stripes all across them with little elfs scattered all over. "Please no. This looks like we came out of one of those old Jcpennys magazines."

WILLOW’S POV None of the girls dared to stop me again after that short fight and I did my laundry in peace. By six pm, I’m all freshened up and heading to the main castle to serve Alpha Killian. Like always, I’m praying in my heart not to meet Eleanor or Astrid on the way because I know any interaction with them right now is going to ruin my evening. “Willow!” A voice shouts out my name, stopping me in tracks. It’s a masculine voice, so I’m not too bothered as I turn around because I know it’s neither Astrid nor Eleanor, but my mood turns sour when my eyes fall on the person.

Then he goes to kiss my cheeks and then finally my neck. “Now, you should eat so that you can get well soon and we can work on your big appetite for me.” He freaking winks at me suggestively. I don't say anything. I just blush. So typical of Willow. That's the real Willow, not the confident one who shamelessly asks for a kiss.

Willow’s POV I shed my clothes without a second thought and stepped into the rivers soft currents as the cool morning air raised goosebumps on my skin. The water embraced me, grounding my restless spirit. I closed my eyes, letting the cleansing energy flow through me, preparing to immerse myself fully and become one with the river when the snap of a twig, caught my attention. My eyes flew open, scanning the forest around me. With a flick of my wrist, the water around me obeyed. A swirling vortex erupted, gathering immense force before I flung it directly at the source of the sound. It wasn't just a splash. It was designed to knock a full-grown man off his feet.

Willow’s POV We were taught that the goddess makes no mistakes and that everything she does is for a reason. We were made to believe that she loves us all equally and watches over us from the moon. But I know better; the goddess does not love us equally; she wouldn't subject me to a life of suffering if that were the case. My name is Willow Marrock, the only daughter of Davis Marrock, Alpha of The Crescent Moon Pack. I am the dirt of my pack, an abomination to my kind, and the punching bag of my father.