Willow Rwby Novels & Stories

"I can clearly see you're sad" "Why did you say that?" "I'm your best friend Will. I know you. You miss him don't you?" Iris asked. "You are not in the state to talk about this," Willow replied. "I still don't know when he is coming back from Asia but I'll tell you the moment I know anything" Iris smiled. "Oh Iris. I've moved on, remember?" "But you're not happy!" "Shh! What's wrong with you!?" Willow whispered. "I'm back sweetheart" Rowan kissed Willow and gave her the glass of margarita.

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.

"You lost, bookworm." (I heard a male voice. I felt my body shut down, and I could feel the fear running down my stiff and still body.) Willow P.O.V. I closed my eyes when I heard a male voice behind me, but it wasn't Bryce who spoke behind my ear. But another monster that always likes to hurt me when Bryce and others are not around. Race Collins! That's one guy I would love to kill and shovel my fist down his throat and choke on his blood. But I knew I could not do anything like that because I was not a killer. But if I were, he would be the first to die on my list.

"Is it that boy?" Willow was tense as she turned around. "It's Mia Thompson." . . . ________________

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.

Willow could sense his suspicion, so she said harshly, "Captain Solby, if there's nothing wrong, then please take your men and leave. Do not disturb my rest." "Rest? Mrs. Lakeworth, isn't it a bit excessive to spray this much perfume before sleeping?" Brian retorted. "This is my personal habit. Are you going to judge me about that too, Captain Solby?" Willow frowned, and her tone became more forceful. "Or do you think that the Lakeworths and I are pushovers that you can do with as you please?" "No…" Brian weakened in the face of Willow's aggression. He was just a captain, after all. There was a huge difference in status between him and Willow, and he did not dare offend her.

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.

"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