Willow Tara Buffy Novels & Stories

First Buffy: I linked our bloody digits. "With this, our blood is mixed. You are Buffy of House Ishara from this moment forth. You are the first of this House. You are our spear and shield," I met her gaze. She started crying. "You are Helena of House Ishara from this moment forth," I continued on. "You are the second of this House. You keep the records of our Host, keep track of our deeds, sins and accounts." Helena began weeping too. Had I said 'just joking', the cleaning team would have been finding torn pieces of me weeks later.

Their glares feel like blame—as if they think I should have acted faster to save the Alpha and Luna. I sigh and look away. “Hey Tara, can I come over?” I ask, needing a safe space. “Sure,” she nods with a sympathetic smile. She grabs my hand and leads me to her house. Four hours later, Tara manages to distract me from the chaos of the week. We watch TV while she dishes out the latest gossip. “Did you hear about Lilly Morrison? She just found her mate,” she says. “Oh my gosh, really? How?” I ask.

“I have a feeling the child is going to come sooner than we expected. It is too soon!” Willow felt the tears streaming down her face. Falling Feather held her in his arms as she cried for the child that she might never see grow up. Pain moved through her again, and Willow cried out this time. Falling Feather picked her up, moving her to the furs. When he stood up, he went to get the midwife. Normally, that would have been Willow, but tonight it was Blooming Flower.

She saw herself sitting on her porch with her collie enjoying the evening sky. She saw herself as Maggie of the future. “What was me collie’s name?” she whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Angus,” Tara said softly. “Ha, after me troublesome nephew,” she chuckled. “I remember ya, lass. I remember our love,” Fiona said gently. “Oh Maggie, I miss you so!” Tara cried softly as she threw herself into Fiona’s wide stretched arms. “There, there, lass,” Fiona cooed, “not to worry. Not to worry.”

I jumped around like I was crazy but he didn't stop. “Who are you?” He kept coming at me. I could hardly keep up and my entire body was aching. I started getting pissed. “I don't know!” “And you call yourself a Luna? Are you even worthy of that title?” He chuckled and kept going. “I am Aria! The one true silver blooded wolf!” My wolf Willow pushed forward and spoke with so much authority that it shook the trees around us. Shaw was shocked and Martha took. They both had their mouths open.

Willow Brook had served under Marcus Ryle for nearly two hundred years. She had worked hard to become his first female Beta over one hundred years ago. She was considered the pack's Alpha she-wolf until Marcus met his mate, Jamie Bostwick. Now that she has proven herself as a formidable fighter, Willow asked her Alphas for a chance to travel to several local cities to see if she could find her mate. Not all pack members were able to travel to other packs. There were various cities throughout the country that were considered neutral territories where inmates Weres could work or visit in hopes of finding their mates.

"Okay then...I understand, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him...he should know that. I'm gutted that he doesn't." "I'm not sure exactly what's going on, the boys won't talk about it with me but I think if you talk to Mark we can try and sort this out." Aria smiled. "Wow, okay...you're really nice." Willow smiled back a little wistfully. "It's my greatest weakness, I'm a woodsprite which means I'm an empath." "Oh, I see...is that doctor related to you?" "Dr Rainwood? He's actually a Wood Fairy, but yes, he's my uncle. Do you trust me a little more knowing that?" Willow's head tilted slightly as she smiled wider. "I don't blame you for being a little wary."

” I’m not entirely sure what that means or what the consequences of that might be for her, I’ve never heard of a shifter with a double animal spirit before. After bickering back and forth for what feels like an eternity, my wolf finally concedes and asks Tara, who is still looking at us like she just saw a ghost, for a pair of shorts. She blinks a few times before she scrambles to her feet and hurries into the house. For a moment I’m worried she’s going to lock the door behind her and never come out again, the look on her face was one of confusion and terror, absolute fear and disbelief, but according to my wolf, one of Tara’s animal spirits says Tara is curious and will be back so we wait p

“I am still traumatized from the last one; please spare me from your dates.” While Tara and Keira were looking at dresses, two women approached them; their classmates from high school. “Hey Tara! Remember us? We were your classmates back in high school.” “Ah yeah, Misty and Lilly right?” Tara remembers them clearly because they bullied Keira back in the days, and she was always the one to rescue her from these witches. “Yes, good thing you remember us, I heard you studied college with your dork friend.” Misty glanced and smiled at the unfamiliar woman beside Tara … “Oh and your friend here?”

I shrugged. "Whats her wolf like?" Emmett asked. "Majestic." I sighed. "Her name is Tara. She's pure white with a slight blue glow, almost like the moon. She bares the moon Goddesses descendant mark and the purple fur mark of the royals." I explained.