Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

He said and touched my hand affectionately and squeezed it. I noticed people's disgusted looks, and I realised they thought I was sleeping with the King. It was disgusting, but it was funny at the same time. "Willow is Leah Brooks's daughter. Leah was my fated, and Willow is my child, the heir to the throne," he said, and everyone was silent. "What!! She is lying. She isn't half Lycan! She is a tiny white wolf. William said he saw it with his eyes. She was adopted by Leah," Queen Agnes said, sounding angry and forgetting her place.

Cole was staring at Willow with wide eyes, breathing heavily. "I don't think she will kill you," Audrey said with a slight laugh. Willow huffed and turned, her face held high into the wind. She let out a bone-chilling howl and began charging up the path. "I guess she caught his scent," Audrey quipped and began following the large prints in the snow.

"Removed? From my own hometown? You don't have that kind of power, Kael." "Actually," Willow interjected calmly, "he does. He has the authority to petition for the removal of any individual who poses a direct threat to the Pack's stability or the Alpha's mental health. Your campaign of harassment qualifies." That statement hung in the air like a pronouncement of doom. Sierra had heard rumors about Willow's character, but hearing her speaking with casual certainty, made the reality inescapable. Willow Hayes, the nobody transfer student, held more official power than Sierra could ever hope to achieve.

“If it’s important to you that Eleanor stays at the castle, which I do not see why, at least make her stop bullying Willow. It’s wrong.” “Eleanor will leave the castle when the time is right.” I calmly divulge and the scowl on his face deepens. “What do you mean by when the time is right?” “I need her. Or rather, Willow needs her.” Now, he’s confused. “Are you high on crack? For what reason does Willow need Eleanor?” “For her character growth.” Kane pauses and stares at me for several moments in utter silence, confusion lingering all over his face and disbelief swimming in his eyes. He releases an amused chuckle and shakes his head as he says.

“Andre! Do you know…do you know that Elias approached Willow?” A cold knot tightened in my stomach. “How do you know that name?” “Willow told us. Last night. She was embarrassed. She said a handsome man named Elias asked her on a date and then stood up at some restaurant.” The pieces I had been holding separately slammed together in my mind. Willow’s date. My surveillance. “Did she describe him?” Lillian’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She said he had a scar. A thin one, from his eyebrow down his cheek.”

Once I got back into town I recieved a call from Mr. Marrieotti. “Yes Mr. Marrieotti, the body has been disposed of appropriately. He will never see a subpoena.” “ Good Ms. Snow, I am glad we are on the same page. Thank you for getting it done in a timely manner as always.” One of the reasons that I am the most prolific contract killer is because I am a woman. I was in Special ops Marine Corps when I met my commanding officer Robins. He’d become like a brother to me. In fact, he was the only family I had. So when he asked if I would be the God- Mother to little Johnathan I didn’t hesitate before saying yes.

"Hold on, do you know him?" Willow slowly turned to face me, her lip trembling slightly. "Remember I told you that I kept dreaming about two guys and the blonde chick?" I nodded, silently waiting for her to continue her story. "And remember how I said I thought I'd seen the one guy over Christmas?" I nodded again. "Well, the guy who just helped us - Cole Winters - he's who I ran into."

Amid applause and cheers, the spotlight swept over the central table, landing on a pair seated together. Agnes called out, "Wow! Looks like we've caught a couple! Care to introduce yourselves?" Willow stood up and took the mic offered to her. "Hello, everyone. I'm Willow Spencer, a bioinformatics major." Agnes grinned, turning her attention to the guy beside her. "What about the handsome gentleman next to you? Won't you introduce yourself?" Hansel remained still, and his expression was blank. Willow smiled politely. "I'll introduce him instead. This is my boyfriend, Hansel Johnson. He's not a student here; he came specifically to keep me company."

A maid followed by two soldiers welcomed me and Camila, then hurriedly led us into the main building, and we followed closely. The Alpha's camp was vast, with corridors crisscrossing each other. Though I've been here a few times, I still didn't quite know my way around. It's said that Alpha Oscar married two women, one a noblewoman werewolf from the Blue River Clan named Willow, and the other a human woman named Hailey. Willow bore Alpha two sons, Luke and Caleb, while Hailey had a son, Henry. “Mrs.Willow has developed severe rashes on her skin recently, and she's restless at night, becoming increasingly irritable, worsening her relationship with Mrs. Hailey.” The maid pulled at my sleeve an

Coming besides the tree he noticed at the far corner a small nest, a female wolf growling at him, three little pups beneath their mother barely minding the scene that had slightly unfolded, their mother bearing its fangs to the Lycan. He huffed. Shifting back and ignoring such a small animal. His hands subconsciously caressing the willow tree as he went outside. The first thing he saw was a body of water. A river. Separating him and the unknown forest in front of him. ... Heavy footsteps creaked the floor as Ceberus stood up, he licked Lycan's hands. He had brought his kill inside the cabin to feast, sitting beside the willow tree. He went towards the river to wash off the blood.