Willow Smurf Novels & Stories

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.

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

I grinned. “That’s great. I’m happy for you.” “I’m happy for you too. How are things with Levi?” “Levi and I are just friends actually.” Willow admitted. “Oh I didn’t realize.” “Yeah, so I’m single.” “Do you like it that way?” I questioned. “Kinda but…would be nice to have someone to watch cartoon movies with again, you know?” “What about getting arrested on the beach?” “Sounds thrilling.” Willow whispered, stepping closer to me.

Willow stumbled backwards but something caught her. "Hello" His husky voice said with a toothy smile. His fangs stood out. Willow straightened up and smiled back. "Hi," She said. "Hey Blondie" Japh shook him. "Japh" Willow noticed how sweet the mysterious man looked. Blond hair, blue eyes, great smile and a short stubble. Is he part of her pack as well? "This is Willow. She is the new member of the Storm Riders" Japh introduced. "And Willow, this is Rowan. He is the alpha of the NightCrawlers. The fastest pack in this region"

I questioned pulling my shoulder a bit up at the way his breath was fanning against my mark and making the spot feel ticklish. “Duffer, it's his wolf, not him. Can’t you figure out this much by how his voice changed?” Willow snapped at me as if I had attempted some kind of sin by not recognizing her wolfie mate. “How can…” she was about to continue but went silent instantly at his slipping sensually.

JENSYN Willow's laughter rang across the room in that soft and slow manner. It was the type of laugh that came from a place of genuine joy. It struck me that my presence meant a lot to her and I was glad I could give her my time. “I swear,” Willow was saying, rubbing the side of her belly. “If one more person gifts me a yellow onesie, I might scream, because what's all this? They are breaking my heart.” I picked one of the yellow pin-down tops and held it up. It was a beautiful thing to own and I immediately wanted to keep one of them for my baby in future.

"I know, but I'm still right." "Besides, I never pegged you for a Mr. Miyagi. You're a lot more of a Willow." "Are you saying I'm weepy?" Mitch's face screwed up in confusion. "What?" "Weepy. A weeping willow. You called me a tree." Mitch rolled her eyes. "You're killing me, Smalls. Not the tree, Willow Rosenberg. Alyson Hannigan's character from Buffy." I smiled weakly and shook my head, indicating I didn't know whom she was talking about. Mitch just stared at me incredulously. "Seriously? You've never seen Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"

“It is a bit of a shock still; you really do look so much like our Juniper. Where are my manners, let me introduce all of us, I am Alpha Gerald Hawthorne, this is my mate Luna Seraphina Hawthorne, and this is our Beta Solomon Chambers.” “Nice to meet you all, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I am Willow, my friends call me Wills.” I start slowly, careful of Seraphina who’s still sobbing softly but trying not to show it, and gesture to Dad. “This is my father Conall Doyle and my Uncle Thomas Smith. We appreciate you all making the effort to come here in person to meet me.” Alpha Gerald stands slowly and holds his hand out to Dad. “I can’t thank you enough for finding and caring for Willow when we

I’m looking over the meeting minutes and ticking places off the map when Tru’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, “Would the Willow know where to find the stone?” I pause for a moment. Willow is considered the spirit of the forests and trees. She’s old and wise and knows many things. Anything that happens close to trees, she will see it. Speaking with her is dangerous. Humans and other creatures have destroyed many different forests. Special huldra were created to protect her. The huldra would begin to sing if a man entered the forest where Willow dwells. The intruder would follow the sound, and the huldra would lure them deeper into the forest. Then if the man was lucky, he is given a quick d

I am beginning to grow concerned something might be wrong with her. Peeking my head out of the farmhouse door. I try to hide my worry from her. "Are you coming, Mighty Mouse," I ask her. Willow changes her whole demeanor once I call out for her. She spreads a fake smile and lifts her head to look at me. "Of course. If I remember correctly, YOU owe me a present," she says as she walks stiffly into the farmhouse.