Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

“Not. A. Chance.” A low growl erupted from his throat like last night. “As much as I’d love to kick your ass right here in this bar, Owen... I can’t. It would be unwise.” If I wanted Willie to see me differently, I needed to refrain from beating up Owen, no matter how much I want to. Willie would never forgive me and she is about to be forced to spend the rest of her life with me, so I’d rather make it easier on her. She might hate me right now, but I’m going to change that. I’ve known since the moment I’ve laid eyes on her that she was bound to be mine. Wolves find their mates differently, and as the elders predicted, Willow and I are two souls bound together. I can feel our connection. Wha

“Willow.” “What’s she done, Mum?” “Went into town and got nail extensions! Your father will hit the roof when he gets home. I mean, where did I go wrong with that girl? She never listens, does what she pleases, and believes she can get away with anything.” “Mum, calm down. Why don’t you go spend time with Skye? I’ll deal with Willow.” Skye is four, quite a bit younger than her older siblings. A shy and quiet little girl, beautiful and always full of smiles.

He held a hand up. “No. Don’t apologize. I am Alpha William. This is my mate, Luna Breanna, and our daughter, Willow. You met our son, Maddox.” “Thank you for allowing me to stay the week. I suppose I will be less of a hassle now.” Willow smirked as she popped out a hip. She looked like she was our age. “Kind of a bummer, really. I was hoping to get into some trouble.”

Bree and Dax are flanking me, protecting their Alpha and Raul knew to make that swap with Bree without even being asked. We all come to—what would be, if we were cars—a screeching halt, when we arrive at the spot where Tasha is standing with two of our pack’s warriors, Conan and Theo. Off in the distance, I can see Channing with two more warriors, Blake and Serafina. When we first arrive, all of us are in wolf form because we can communicate with each other in the mind link. That is, until I hear Phelan, Raul’s wolf chuff behind me and then nudge my side to remind me that since he’s not a member of the Crimson Snow Pack, he doesn’t have a mind link to us. I quickly shift into my human form a

John, tilting his head, puzzled by her words—or what he thought he heard—remained silent. As Willow approached John, she kissed him and declared, "It's time you knew the truth." Confused, John asked, "What truth? What's happening?" Victor interjected, "Shut up, and then you'll understand." Willow gently set the baby down and presented a photo of her first mate, Mark. John, taken aback, demanded, "Who the hell is that?" Willow laughed softly, "Did you think you were my first?" With a slap, she retorted, "This is my first mate, and he was killed because we helped Sky." She continued, "I pretended to pity her and wanted to rescue her, not realizing her problems were far more complex than I imag

Its expression was still filled with unwillingness. "Hmph, that's what you get for scaring me earlier!" Willow playfully knocked on the ice, making a few sharp tapping sounds. Then, she stuck out her tongue, making a childish face at the frozen beast. Despite being a cultivator for over a hundred years, Willow's true nature had always been suppressed. She was an orphan, taken in by Carla from the outside world. For years, she had lived under a facade. She was always acting, always pretending. Her social interactions had been minimal, leaving her emotionally stunted.

Beta Shawn tells me and I am beginning to wonder if he knew Willow better than me. Just then I heard the sound of heels coming down the stairs and I turned to look up to see Willow starting to descend the last flight of steps. My heart fluttered when I took in her beauty as she was dressed in the most lavish red dress I had ever seen in my life. Her hair was softly curled to the side and her makeup brought out her large brown eyes. She was absolutely the most beautiful she wolf I have ever seen. For a moment her eyes were on mine but then they moved to something behind me, and I turned to see Beta Shawn gazing at her, and I felt bad for my friend thinking about how he had lost his mate and h

Beta Shawn tells me and I am beginning to wonder if he knew Willow better than me. Just then I heard the sound of heels coming down the stairs and I turned to look up to see Willow starting to descend the last flight of steps. My heart fluttered when I took in her beauty as she was dressed in the most lavish red dress I had ever seen in my life. Her hair was softly curled to the side and her makeup brought out her large brown eyes. She was absolutely the most beautiful she wolf I have ever seen. For a moment her eyes were on mine but then they moved to something behind me, and I turned to see Beta Shawn gazing at her, and I felt bad for my friend thinking about how he had lost his mate and h

“…yeah.” Willow stares at Aretha again. Long. Uncomfortable. Then she sighs dramatically. “Well that’s disappointing.” Aretha steps forward again. “Say one more word.” Willow lifts her chin. “You’re too old for him.” Aretha lunges. Alexander grabs her instantly. “Whoa!” “Let me go!” “No!” I step between them calmly. And look directly at Willow. “You’re not exactly young yourself.” She frowns slightly. “…I’m two hundred years old, I'm older than you all.”