Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

Raven demonstrated the gesture of slitting a wrist. Gia’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d heard of obsessive love, and Willow seemed to embody it. Then Gia felt the irony. Willow was like a willow tree—supposed to be a symbol of comfort and peace. But Willow’s personality was the opposite of calm and peaceful. To Gia, Willow seemed like a spoiled child prone to explosive reactions. Attempting suicide was a crude, desperate way to try to win a man’s affection.

Willow had never met him, but Marcus told her he was a formidable force and to show him the same respect she afforded him. Although it was late winter in Virginia, Willow dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high nylons, and a Catarina red top that V to her navel and the dimples along her lower back. The opening showed a partial scar over her left shoulder. Her legs were long and well-muscled from the hours of running she did both as a human and a wolf. Her long brown hair was loose over her body. She was already tall at 5’11”, but her three-inch stiletto put her just over 6’3”.

"No, I haven't. I don't have anyone, didn't I tell you before?" "So you don't have a boyfriend?" "Is that part of your investigation?" Shawn just shook his head and smiled again. "I'm sorry." The detective never meant to be rude. But who wouldn't be attracted to a woman like Willow? She had a well-proportioned body with an exotic tan. Back-length wavy hair the color of chestnut, which she always wore in a bun, revealing the free nape of her neck. Willow is different from most women in town. She moved to the outskirts of Seattle in search of a new life and peace. Peace that lasted only six to seven years. And now her life was shattered again.

"He's very hard to befriend, mother. See for yourself. How could I ever be friends with him?" Selena stepped forward, brushing snowflakes from her braid. “It’s warmer here than I imagined. He may not shout his sad story from the mountain tops, but any discerning person would be able to see it. To see through all the swagger and bravado, that he is just a male trying to hold everything and everyone together, even if it is killing him.” Willow wandered off to inspect a stack of books on the reading table, uninterested and silent as ever. Elara eyed her mother warily before motioning toward the hearth. “Sit, mother... We need to talk.”

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

she quickly snaps out of it, resuming her plight. “Excuse me?” Elijah stands from his seat, disrupting the silence as his voice raises, “I’m not trying to be that guy, but I guess if the hat fits,” he steps towards the Councillor’s through a shrug, “-Hewitt is right. Willow is special; we’re not sure how or why,” he looks back towards me, smiling as he masks our recent confirmation of my suspected lineage from the mortal Council until we find out more, “-all we know is that she is.” “Your point, Night?” Blackwood rolls his eyes.

Maisie chuckled, raised the wine glass, and poured it over Willow’s head. The red wine streamed down from her hair onto her face and clothes. Willow froze in place. One could imagine how embarrassed she was in the eyes of all the guests present. Ryleigh ridiculed Willow after she realized something. “Willow Vanderbilt, are you so shameless that you’re pretending to be Zee’s mother’s daughter?” “No, I’m not—” Willow wanted to escape.

-Willow- I woke up pressed against a warm, powerful body, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment and peace. It was an incredible sensation, and I instinctively snuggled closer, burying my nose in something smooth. As I inhaled a sharp, intoxicating scent, I opened my eyes to find myself plastered against Cain, my nose nestled in his neck while I almost lay on top of him. Startled, I quickly sat up, glaring at him. I slapped his chest, but my strength was no match for him, and he didn’t even stir.

She would rise above it, find her inner strength, and reclaim her life. However, Willow, knew that escaping would not be easy and despite the hardships she faced in her marriage to Alpha Killian, refused to let despair consume her. She saw an opportunity to make a difference, even in the midst of her own struggles. With resilience in her heart, she set out to earn the trust and respect of the pack members who initially regarded her with suspicion and pity.

"Oh, really? So what you mean to say is your witch doesn't have her gifts, and is yet to fully master her magic, yes?" At length I nodded. Before she could say anything else I cut in, "Look, I know... Willow. Where she doesn't have gifts or stable powers, she makes up for it with determination and cunning. She's a fighter and for now, she's only facing a difficult situation. She just...she just needs a little help from us."