Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

the wolf in front of her asked with a crazy look in his eyes. "You want nuts, let's get nuts!" Shunee phased into her wolf. Shunee's past was shrouded because of her lineage. She was Singularis's little sister and he'd taught her as a Soul Wolf, like himself she is Eternal. The Singularis Line has few wolves remaining, but Singularis keeps them close to him, exclusively in his pack. "What rhe hell kind if pixie are you? Seriously, you're glowing. Are you radioactive?" Brody asked.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Killian paced the chamber. He looks worried. “I know some.” One of the most recent girls, Willow, grinned cheekily. She was a tall ebony beauty with glistening midnight skin which shined like the coat of a glorious mare. Her hair a riot of curls circling her features. Full lipped with high dusky red cheeks. “Some that would be loyal?” Killian asked skeptically. “They’re certainly loyal to me.” She stroked her hand down her body seductively before tossing her tower of hair in a way that drew attention to the sleekness of her neck.

She suddenly asked. "Okay, yeah" He laughed. "What?" "Nothing? Anyways, she doesn't only help him, she does business with him" Japh informed. "Wow! What can she not do?" Willow rolled her eyes. "She has an MBA in marketing," He said again. "She has a lot of achievements and I think…" Willow heard the crunch of twigs under feet. A pack of wolves quickly ran past them making Willow move back and lose her balance. Willow stumbled backwards but something caught her.

Soon all the lycans were seated and Riya rolled her eyes as predictably Willow was the first to stand up. “My name is Willow Dion and I am the daughter of the alpha of the Red Sun Pack, I love to dance and I hope that I find favor with Prince Caine.” She said in a nauseatingly sweet voice that Riya rolled her eyes in disdain. “You there rolling your eyes, what is your name?” A voice from the high table called out clearly before Willow could even sit down and Riya froze like a deer caught in headlamps. “Please let someone else have rolled their eyes.’ Riya prayed as the girls glanced at each other wondering who had gotten in trouble.

“Why did you leave and not tell me? Have I done something to offend you, Posey? You know…how I act around you… what I say to you sometimes… it’s just who I am, and it doesn’t mean anything.” “I know.” “Then what’s going on?” Her nostrils flare, but she looks down at her lap, her blush creeping down her neck. “Willow has a list, you know. To sleep with someone from every place she visits. She’s doing it because she likes it but also because she thinks she’ll meet her mate when she gets back to Crescent Falls, and then it’s over. Her life begins.” She wrings her hands, scrubbing the lotion in deeper, like her fingers hurt, especially the tips.

I was throwing this girl off just like I wanted to. “Psst!” I swiveled around to see Shauna. “What are you doing tonight?” “Why? You wanna wine and dine me?” I grinned. I was surprised when she nodded. “Yeah, actually…unless you’re not allowed out at night.” “I think I can make it happen.” “We’ll talk at lunch.” Shauna winked at me. Willow snorted. “What?” I asked. “She’s playing you.” “How do you figure?” “Look at her…then look at you. Look at her again. She’s the daughter of a supermodel, she can have any man she wants…why would she choose you?” Willow questioned, not taking her eyes off of the screen.

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

I demand, looking at him blankly and surprisingly enough, he does so and disappears into a portal of mist, likely heading to the kids and Gianna. I approach Willow, bending down beside her and looking in her looking in her tired, scared, bright green eyes. I try to keep it steady and calm her nerves by reaching to her hand and touch her, but she pulls away quickly and looks the other direction. “It had to be done,” I say, shaking my head at her demise. She shakes her head back and forth over and over, tears spills down her face, hands clinging to her neck as the venom flows painfully through her veins, her blood getting thin and muscles tightening in change.