Willow Rwby Novels & Stories

I dial the number and it goes straight to voicemail. “No answer” I say. I’m just going to cut my loses and go home. This obviously wasn’t meant to be. “What’s the number, I’ll send them a text” he says. “I should just leave” I begin, “you were here first and obviously this is some kind of mix up.” “Where are you coming from?” He asks. “My name is Liam by the way.” He offers out his hand and I shake it. “I’m Willow and I am coming from near Toronto” I say still a bit nervous.

But then, another challenge arises. Willow is flattered by Jim's attention, but she doesn't want to betray her husband or damage her friendship with Jim. She's not sure how to handle the situation, and she doesn't want to hurt anyone. When Willow talks to Jim, she explains that while she appreciates his friendship, she's not interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. She tells him that she wants to continue helping him get back on his feet, but she doesn't want to lead him on. Jim is disappointed but understanding. He's grateful for her honesty, and he promises to respect her boundaries.

It was strange, almost unfamiliar to me, this quiet that no longer pressed against my chest. I watched from the edge of the clearing as the young wolves sparred. Their movements were precise, a mix of instinct and training. My eyes, though, kept drifting toward Willow. She moved with fire and intent, every motion sharp, every strike calculated. It was impossible not to see the Landry blood in her, her spirit unbroken, unafraid. Twix’s voice cut across the clearing. “Careful, Willow. You’re letting your shoulder drop again.” Willow pivoted, her copper hair catching the sunlight. “It’s called momentum,” she called back, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

Nova's POV "Can I be alone?" I asked Hayden when I perceived his scent getting closer. I had chosen that secluded spot for me to clear my head, it was a perfect spot for me to cry my eyes all out. I closed my eyes sitting under the willow tree which blew gently cooling my head, it was a very quiet place and the only sound I could hear was the sound of water flowing down the stream. I felt his presence close as he took a sit beside me and I opened my eyes, turning to my side to see him staring at me.

I ordered my cousin, and everyone became quiet. When Zuwaira brought one of the blankets, the room was in awe. Parts of it now had beautiful flowers, and they glowed; there was no need to convince them as the vines continued to weave and form, right in their presence. "What kind of witchcraft is this?" someone asked, frightened.

While Cascade, Luna, and Scyld were arguing, I noticed Ruki and Tyler playing rock, paper, scissors. "Scyld! You have the keys! The port is only a few meters away! "Luna stated. "I said, I don't want to! Do you want to fall off a cliff while I'm still sleepy?" "You drive, Luna. You know the road better than we do!" Krish stepped in. "Yeah, Luna you should drive. You might get missing," Auntie Leanna said. Luna scowled and climbed into the Lincoln Navigator. Haruki boarded a black Fortuner, while Auntie Leana and Uncle Sebastian boarded a van with the older adults.

"Sure, a resume would be great. You can just give it directly to my mom or Tyler. They'll be the ones hiring." "Sweet." Blake got up and walked over to me. I turned my head away and he stuck the needle into my left deltoid. I groaned, biting into my right hand as he pushed all of the liquified wolfsbane into me, the intense, sharp burning sensation instantly spreading to my whole arm, practically numbing it. "Fuck!" I yelled when he finally removed the needle from my arm. "I think Luke keeps stickers for Libby in his desk drawer if you want one." Blake gave me a friendly smile.

"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?

her grandmother chuckled. Even in the early morning light, Willow could see her yellow eyes glowing in the kitchen window. Her eyes were the most noticeable in her family. Her grandmother's were a lighter amber and even her mother's had been a deep tawny, but Willow's were noticeable from across the room. Paired with her deep, red hair she had a hard time blending in. "Maybe I should get contacts?" Willow murmured and gently turned a page. Warren Brochade, 1915-2006. Kept residence in Maine. Five known kills.

Whatever it was, there was a connection between them that was on a whole other level compared to her own bond with Dante. "I couldn't bring myself to move her. I don't know if I even could." Amira told her, breaking through her thoughts. Willow side eyed the white haired woman before shifting her gaze ahead. The autumn leaves drifted gracefully to the forest floor and crunched beneath their boots. Willow took in a breath of the nature that surrounded her. Rich soil at her feet. The light breeze ruffled the red and yellow leaves above them. She peered up to the canopy where the sun shined in through the gaps in the branches. She let the warmth of the November sun kiss her face before letting