Willow The Owl House Novels & Stories

Did it follow me here? I run outside to take a closer look, but if the wolf was there it’s gone now. “Willow?” I hear Liam shout through the open window. “I’m outside” I yell. Do I hear concern in his voice? He comes outside and says “is everything okay you left the water on and it ran all over the floor.” Shit, I forgot to shut off the water. I am not even sure what to tell him because I don’t know what I saw. This guy must think I’m crazy.

Willow gasped at how beautiful the area was. “It’s perfect! We can build a house right by the tree.” Willow told him. She wondered how the hell they would build a house with only the two of them. Then she thought she might use her magic to help. She stepped away from Falling Feather to speak to the goddess. Willow chanted to the goddess for help in finding a new home. Then the wind picked up slightly, and she moved her hands; the surrounding trees started to creak, then move. She heard Falling Feather say something, but she ignored him for the time being. The goddess wanted her to have this home. When she stepped back, a small house stood beside the willow tree.

The memory of past attacks lingered like a shadow over their steps. As I helped a young mother lift a beam into place, I noticed Willow observing from the nearby fence, her small form bouncing with impatience. She was learning quickly, picking up the subtleties of pack life, of village survival, without even realizing it. Her curiosity was unrelenting, her energy a bright light in a world that often felt gray.

Xander pipes in, “That’s kind of why we are here. Willow here was raised by humans. She knows nothing of her family history. She didn’t even know she was a wolf until she shifted for the first time. We were hoping you would be able to shed some light on things for us.” Olivia nodded her head and offered us to join her in the back of the store as she flipped a sign on her door letting people know that the shop was closed. She led us through her beaded curtain and into another room with a round table, six wooden chairs, and shelves that adorned each wall were filled with a variety of magical objects. It reminded me of something out of a horror movie. “Please, Have a seat,” she offered, gesturi

He smirked impishly, "I'll just wait out here. Might finish that nap you interrupted." Twillow laughed and shook her head at him as he stood and moved away from the house through the trees to a grassy clearing. Leida beckoned her inside with a hand. With expert precision, Twillow flattened her iridescent wings down against her back and followed her into the house. Despite how it looked on the outside it was much bigger on the inside. The house was filled with all kinds of things; herbs, dried flowers, baking ingredients, crystal charms, and all kinds of bottles.

I rubbed his feathers to make him even more meek and, as Willow says, we need to step on our blackbirds and let them know we are their master. We were back in our place with our blackbirds. As I said, these blackbirds are one of the ingredients to learn about magic and one of that is the bird language and Willow is our Professor to learn about bird language. Willow is a wizard. He has a lot of special ability, and there’s no doubt that he can guide as very well.

He didn't want to do anything to bring out the wolf again. Willow froze at the front door of the Brochade estate. Her eyes were unreadable as they traced the roofline and architecture of the building, down to the "For Sale" sign staked into the front yard. It's just a house, she told herself. A house of horrors.

Willow got to her room and took her bath, she switched on the bedstand light and walked up to her window, it was getting dark and the street seemed very busy. "Where do these people come from?" She thought and watched the busy street, with people, all dressed up for Halloween. Her eyes darted to the scarecrow and it was as if it was looking right at her. "Do not glare at me, ugly!" She mumbled and took down the curtains. "Jeez!" She yelled when she turned her back to the room. She raced to the bedstand and increased the light of the lamb. She breath down immediately she noticed that there was nothing there.

Willow POV Curled up in a comfortable chair in the farmhouse, I continue my knitting project. I have decided to make a blanket for Osiris’s bed. It will be a surprise for him. I don't know when his birthday is, but I have decided to treat him like my mate. Which means I don't need a reason to surprise him with a gift. The farmhouse is quiet today. The only sound that fills the room is the clicking of my knitting needles together while I hum to myself. I know that I am supposed to be out mingling with the members of the rogue colony, but I am not comfortable putting myself out there yet.