Willow Smurf Novels & Stories

I don't want you getting hurt D- I won't get hurt. Open your window when you know everyone in the house has gone to sleep, I'll be watching A – Stalker 😝 Dean chuckled and ate his steak. His phone chirped with another message and he glanced at it with a frown to see it was from Willow. She was a wood sprite, not to be confused with a Dryad which only lived in Ireland and were tiny mischievious girls. Willow was tall and slender like her name sake with long blond hair and large doe-like brown eyes and was quite popular at school having a caring and helpful nature. She hadn't had any more trouble from Todd since Dean sorted him out.

"It's me." It's me, Julian Ziegler! Willow, I'm back!

When she smiled at whatever joke he whispered, my chest tightened. That should be me. That’s always been me. I forced myself to look away, focusing on the view outside the window. The mountains of WillowRidge stretched endlessly, their beauty doing little to calm the storm inside me. My fists clenched at my sides as I tried to ground myself, but the sound of her laughter pulled me back, like a magnet I couldn’t escape. I turned just in time to see Adam’s fingers graze hers as he passed her a pen. It was such a small thing innocuous to anyone else—but to me, it was unbearable. My jaw tightened, my vision narrowing as the fire inside me surged.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

Unsuccessfully. "How impolite of me. Let me introduce myself. I am Slade, the Prince of Hieroland." "What do you want--" Wes was cut off by Willow exclaiming, "the adopted son?" "Adopted?" Slade stated in disbelief. "You didn't actually believe that you weren't adopted, right?" Willow slowly reached into her pocket for the small knife that she had recently started carrying. "I mean, your mom is a witch, and you're a vampire. That had to be an eye-opener."