Willow Tree Academy Mga Nobela at Kwento

The very image of freedom. Maybe I should just steal it and run. The thought makes me smile lazily. They’d never catch me. Aiden’s bike could outrun the entire campus. The only problem? I have no idea how to ride it. Still… it’s a tempting fantasy. With the scent of pine around me and the branches swaying gently in the wind, I let myself drift. The sounds of the Academy fall away, replaced by the distant rustle of leaves and the steady beat of my own heart.

The twigs were yellow, and green foliage fanned down, giving an indication of spring. He knew this tree; he had seen it several times before. "Yes, it is called the Weeping Willow. A familiar tree that symbolizes grief, sorrow, and mourning. Yet it also symbolizes rebirth and vitality," Sabine said as if reading his thoughts. He memorized the image, taking in all the little details.

I smile at him, "very well, thanks to my cousin's advice and my natural charms." He clamps his meaty hand on my shoulder and laughs, he turns to look at the female standing next to him, her smile never faltered as she continued staring at me, "I'd like you to meet Gamma Willow, she is the newest addition to the Academy, she trains the female heirs."

“Juno… I’ve been hearing your whispers. Who’s talking with you?” I exhaled, letting the tension twine around my chest. I had almost evaded her, but she was sharper than I gave her credit for. “I… need to leave,” Willow said suddenly, stretching her arms. “Tomorrow’s another school day, and I have a presentation. I can’t miss it.” I nodded, relief and panic twisting together. “Of course.” She paused, then added casually, almost teasingly, “Also… you can see now, so use the veil and don't miss any of your classes. I will come and find you.”

A howl rose, distant and mournful. Ashwyck Academy didn’t feel like a school. It felt like a test. And monsters or not... I wasn’t planning on failing.

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.

Xavier’s POV By the time we finally made it back to my suite, the academy had gone quiet. Break had emptied most of Eclipse Academy, leaving the halls almost unnaturally still. Every now and then, distant footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the corridor before fading into silence again. Our afternoon in the library had followed us home. Journals covered my coffee table. Loose sheets of parchment filled with hurried notes were scattered across the couch and the floor. Maps, family trees, and names of forgotten kingdoms were scribbled across pages in three different handwritings. We’d spent hours chasing Aldren’s trail, only to discover every answer pointed toward another question.

"Ms. Blackthorne, this is Agent Torres with the Department of Supernatural Affairs. We need to speak with you regarding Arwen Blackthorne immediately. We'll be arriving tomorrow morning for a mandatory evaluation. Please ensure the subject remains available for questioning." The line goes dead. "Pack a bag," Margaret says, and her voice sounds hollow. "Only the things that matter. We're leaving in ten minutes." "Leaving? Where are we going?" "To a place that might be able to protect you from what's coming. It's called Blood Moon Academy, and whether you're ready for it or not, that's where you're going to learn who you really are."

I felt as though I had entered a dreamworld, where the boundaries of reality blurred and the magic was palpable. Before me was a vast lake, its shimmering waters stretching far and wide. In the lake's heart, a gentle mound rose, cradling the most magnificent willow tree I had ever laid eyes on. Its branches, robust and graceful, stretched out in every direction, spanning at least 50 feet. The leaves and colorful flowers that adorned these branches danced in the breeze, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End