Willow Tree Academy Novels & Stories

"hmm?" "Did you really want me to go to the company to work with Akiaya tomorrow?" "Of course I do. She's going to need help and you'll have to be very efficient for her." His voice was slowly drifting away. "She … good… zzzz." Willow looked at him and seen his chest rising up and down at an even pace. "Sleep well dad. I'll make sure that Akiaya will get the best possible help ever." She got up and walked out of the study. Her eyes were cold and calculating. If she could make HER look as if she was incompetent then just maybe her dad wouldn't trust her anymore and find someone else to take over the company in his stead, when he decided to retire. It may make the company lose money but she kn

Evolet pov. Today is Willow's ceremony! The day she will become a Fire elemental. And that day I'll go to the Water Kingdom. "Evolet? Do you hear me?" I looked at Willow, who was shaking my shoulders. I must have been too focused on my thoughts that I hadn't seen or heard her.

Nicholas Rowe, I am writing to you directly since every other medium of communication with you regarding the Rowe Scholarship has been blocked and exhausted. I, Willow Taylor, am currently a student at your alma mater, Atkins High School. Three weeks ago, I received a letter from your employee Julia Reyes which stated that I had been selected as the recipient of your prestigious scholarship. As it is awarded to a final year student with outstanding scholastic aptitude from Atkins High School, I received the news with great excitement.

The forest was a symphony of sounds, where the occasional hoot of an owl could be heard harmonizing with the soft cadence of crickets, and each rustle of the trees was an interlude that added depth to the melody. Our destination was the Old Willow – a generous giant of a tree – older than anyone could remember. Its bark was thick and gnarled, a testament to the centuries it had witnessed, and its branches arched towards the sky like the arms of a seasoned storyteller, ready to weave a tale of the ages. Illuminated by the glowing orb of moonlight, the Old Willow stood majestically, a timeless sentinel against the backdrop of our mortal lives.

A thrill of excitement coursed through me as I watched one of the racers launch into the sky and perform a pretty impressive manouvre. This was one of the most amazing outdoor parties I had ever seen. An incredible sight, pictureseque and not what I was expecting at all. "Welcome to Willow. It's an event where nobles and non-nobles alike come together to simply unwind and celebrate life. It is held every Friday night and stretches on to Monday morning. Many of the younger werewolves are regular attendants but it is open to all. One is expected to leave all of their worries and obligations behind when you come here."

He ran off to the trees, shifting into his barley dark brown wolf with pitch black eyes, void of irises. I looked down at the envelope in my hands with my heart racing. I can't believe there's another one. I looked around for Jesse, but she was gone already. Damon was out of sight too. I really hope she comes to me soon. I need her to finally tell me what's going on. I decided to travel to my favorite tree on campus. It was a weeping willow like the one we used to hang out by back home. I found it last year. It is the only tree at the center of a large clearing. I took a seat by the roots, leaning back.

Her small voice asked, making my smile widen. "Uh-huh, do you like willow trees?" I responded walking closer. "No," she answered immediately, making my eyebrows quirk up. "It makes scary sounds at night and it's so spooky." She said, wincing at the thought. "Grandmother Willow from Pocahontas isn't spooky," Lucas said, coming to stand beside me, the apple in his hands bitten from all angles. "Right, Willow?" he asked, and I nodded in agreement.

"Removed? From my own hometown? You don't have that kind of power, Kael." "Actually," Willow interjected calmly, "he does. He has the authority to petition for the removal of any individual who poses a direct threat to the Pack's stability or the Alpha's mental health. Your campaign of harassment qualifies." That statement hung in the air like a pronouncement of doom. Sierra had heard rumors about Willow's character, but hearing her speaking with casual certainty, made the reality inescapable. Willow Hayes, the nobody transfer student, held more official power than Sierra could ever hope to achieve.

Elliot laughs nervously, “Yes she is.” I looked at David and asked, “Out of curiosity, what made you want to check it?” He replied, “Willow trees grow to those heights in full sun. They don’t do well in shade at all. Most of the time, if you see a Willow tree, there are no other trees around it. They like to hog the sunlight. They don’t play well with other trees.” I laughed, “Thank you. It looks like I have a lot to learn.” He smiled, “We would all be happy to teach you all that we know.”

Willow explains. I nod. Willow uses a branch to brush my back, “You will try again later. For now, let's start your lessons.” Willow tries to help me with grounding, but I struggle. “Clear your mind, Trudy.” Willow coaches. I keep trying with little luck. “That’s enough. Sit down,” Willow commands. Sitting back under the shade of her branches, I wipe sweat from my forehead. “Gather around, daughters, I’m going to tell everyone a story.”