Willow Smurf Novels & Stories

Xander laughed. Willow smirked and shook her head before playfully smacking him in the back of the head. “No dumbass. But as she meets our pack, she can signal me if she comes across him.” We all nod our heads in agreement. I look back to Willow again and offer her my hand, “Thank you,” she raises her brows and stares at my hand with skepticism, “Seriously. You gave me the only bit of information that made sense.” She shrugged nonchalantly, “My pleasure.”

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

Mrs Willow felt so much pain that she could fell on the ground with a pale expression . " R.....Run !......B.....Baby ! " said mrs Willow with a faint smile before she lost consciousness . " The human is finally dealt with ! Let's eat the soft meat of the child first then eat her . " said the servant and the other servant agreed . Mrs Willow managed to defeat the two servants that were blocking his way and immediately rushed to the forest to search for his wife . He saw a strange red light line on the road that seemed to guide him towards the place where his wife was . A feeling a reassurance filled mr Willow's heart and he immediately followed the straight red , shinning light without a sec

she sighed and looked at the food, as if inspecting it. Willow finally smiled and sat across from Kevin and Hazel, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she toyed with her fork. “Do you like it, Hazel?" Willow asked with a sweet smile that didn't reach her eyes. Hazel scoffed. “Do you enjoy making things uncomfortable, Willow? Or is it just second nature to you?” Willow didn’t look up. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of making anyone uncomfortable. I’m just enjoying breakfast.” Her tone was sweet, but the sarcasm was impossible to miss.

She hugged me again, a fast, fierce squeeze that stole my breath. “I knew you would,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She wiped her eyes and stepped away. “Now go. Pretend nothing happened.” She slipped out of the bathroom, and I was left alone with the USB clenched in my shaking hand. I returned to class in a fog. My legs moved on instinct. I slid into my seat and opened my sketchbook, pretending to listen, pretending to draw. My phone buzzed. It was Enzo. I answered quickly, hoping my voice didn’t give me away. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual.

Then William brought his index and middle fingers together on both hands in an X and tapped them together twice, tipping his head to the side. “Name.” Skye translated. “You want to know her name?” William nodded eagerly, making Skye smile. “Her name is Hailey. She'll be thirteen in June.” “How long have you and… William been at this?” I asked. “He seems to have a pretty good grasp of it.” “Mmm… Hard to say without a watch.” Skye chuckled, signing as he spoke. “An hour or two maybe?” William made a contemplative noise and held up three fingers then mimicked one of the hand motions Skye had just used. He held his left hand out flat and drew a circle on the palm with his right index finger, kee

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

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

her grandmother chuckled. Even in the early morning light, Willow could see her yellow eyes glowing in the kitchen window. Her eyes were the most noticeable in her family. Her grandmother's were a lighter amber and even her mother's had been a deep tawny, but Willow's were noticeable from across the room. Paired with her deep, red hair she had a hard time blending in. "Maybe I should get contacts?" Willow murmured and gently turned a page. Warren Brochade, 1915-2006. Kept residence in Maine. Five known kills.