Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

“Look, just consider it. Consider walking and living with one of your kind. You’re important, far more important than Yasmine. If you die, the war between the witches and werewolves will be deadly.” She stops and looks at Gwenael. “My kind? I’m sorry but from where I’m standing I’m a person just like you, just like my real mother, my fake mother and everyone else who breathes.” She turns on her heel, walking into the club while Gwenael rolls his eyes slightly at her outburst. Sitting outside, he watches Azriel walk into the club to watch over her. Willow finds herself easily answering to Olivia, and acting exactly like she used to without a problem. Drinking more than she had ever consumed b

However, whenever those emotions get totally extreme, she would always end up feeling weak and unwell. The young lady was awoken and sent back to reality after feeling the cold, sticky liquid that is flowing from her head, down to her body. She gasped and unintentionally looked back to where the two women were standing. "How dare you block our way, scholar?" A familiar woman said with an arched eyebrow. That person was none other than Willowy MacQuoid, the sister of Liev who is currently sixteen-year-old and ranked as the seventh most powerful person in their school.

His voice is soft and soothing as he comes over, slowly pulling the blanket back. “Nothing.” I say, trying to keep the blanket in place over my head. “Calista Annalisse Harlow. Ever since I've known you, since you were an obnoxious little know-it-all, you have always buried your head in blankets whenever you were upset. You always thought if you couldn't see the world or face your problems, maybe they would leave you alone.” Wyatt finally pulls the blanket back, because of course, the fucking giant is stronger than me. “Maybe I'm just fucking cold!” I snap at him.

She knew he heard her footsteps, what with his super hearing, but he gave the semblance of normality so she too pretended. And the first rule of pretentiousness never shows your ignorance. Hence Willow waited patiently, scanning the garage, her eyes lapping on any potential weapons in the vicinity. "Are you Billy Jones?" The hulk asked after a few minutes. Willow hides her triumph smile. They always crack. But then what he asked penetrated into her mind. Billy Jones? Seriously, Reagan? Instead of asserting, Willow questioned, "who is asking?" "King" Right. I'm as much of Billy Jones as he is king. Though Reagan said his name is Dane. He is a good-looking vampire, there is no doubt about it.

Ever since the guy broke in—and before that, even, to when my room was trashed the first time—the apartment hasn’t felt the same. My skin prickles the whole time I’m outside. So much so that I have to resist the urge to hike my bag up higher, and to lift my shoulders to my ears. Willow doesn’t have such a problem. She looks ready to hit the ski slopes with a white-and-pink argyle hat, white puffer jacket, and white leggings. Her pink boots are laced up her calves. “Really?” She grins. “You never know, okay?” Fair enough… but there better not be guys at Amanda’s. Or anyone other than the few people Willow promised would be in attendance.

I hear Sullivan's snigger,, and I clench my fists at that but remain quiet. “That can't be true; Willow would never, not with Jack.” Chase speaks up in Willow's defence,e, and I frown,, but then I realise they were friends before he fucked up and rejected her. Sullivan chuckles, “It's true; I I heard it from Jessica. Also, she didn't seem too happy about the news,” he sniggers,, and I perk up at that. I'm not concerned about how the news of Willow and me couldd have reached the ears of Jessica and then Sullivan because I have an inkling it is Ava,, but I'm not certain as of yet.

“Asher, what are you saying?” “I, Asher , the soon-to-be beta of the Blue Moon pack, reject you, Willow .” No, this couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t possible. “You are weak and have no right to be by my side.” “Stop it,” I snapped. My finger stabbed his chest. “If this is a joke, stop it.”

I confirm, and we part ways, as I begin walking down the hallway. As I spot Scarlett, Winter, and Chloe chatting animatedly, I slow my steps, taking a moment to observe them. Scarlett, with her fiery red hair, wears a green sweater that complements her complexion. Chloe, sports a yellow jacket atop her uniform. Winter, on the other hand, appears restless, her ice-blue eyes darting around as she runs a hand through her blonde hair. "Hi," I say as I approach the trio. Scarlett and Chloe return my greeting, their smiles bright and welcoming, but Winter remains silent, her lips pursed in a thin line.