Willow X Pony Novels & Stories

“Not. A. Chance.” A low growl erupted from his throat like last night. “As much as I’d love to kick your ass right here in this bar, Owen... I can’t. It would be unwise.” If I wanted Willie to see me differently, I needed to refrain from beating up Owen, no matter how much I want to. Willie would never forgive me and she is about to be forced to spend the rest of her life with me, so I’d rather make it easier on her. She might hate me right now, but I’m going to change that. I’ve known since the moment I’ve laid eyes on her that she was bound to be mine. Wolves find their mates differently, and as the elders predicted, Willow and I are two souls bound together. I can feel our connection. Wha

His voice was calm and smooth but I can detect the curiosity in them. I wanted to say something but no words were rolling out from my lips, yes, he was right... Willows are known for their long hair which makes people think that their power resides there but little did they know that Willows are blessed naturally with strength but the presence of their wolves makes them more stronger. "I... Hmm, I don't know what you're talking about

-Cain- Later in the day, Willow joined Henry and me, her expression intriguing. I was just relieved she had finally left the bed and the room, opting to get up and do something. “How are you feeling, Luna?” Henry asked, prompting a small smile from Willow. “Better,” she admitted, her eyes flicking to mine. She blushed fiercely and quickly hid behind a document. How can she be so adorable? my wolf panted in my head. Tell Henry to leave, then dive underneath that skirt and taste her until she screams our name.

‎ ‎But they were balanced by the small ones. ‎ ‎The ordinary ones. ‎ ‎The true ones. ‎ ‎Years passed. ‎ ‎Willow grew into her role as healer, her light gentle and strong. She married the boy from the eastern pack, a quiet artist who carved stories into wood. They built a home near the garden, raising their children among the flowers. ‎ ‎The manor changed with time—new wings for new generations, old rooms preserved as places of quiet reflection. The pack spread further, alliances deeper, the world peaceful in a way that felt earned, not imposed.

Even though Willow couldn't speak, she had taken after all the best aspects of Olivia and Ethan. Willow was very talented in art, and Olivia had also given her drawing lessons back in the village. She was young, but she was even more outstanding than many adults. So, Olivia wasn't surprised that Willow could draw gold embroidery. "A genius! She's a real genius. Dr. Fordham, I've been preparing for a show recently, and I think that Willow might give me more and better ideas. Can I borrow her for a while?" Olivia didn't decline. Troy was a very skilled designer.

Thank Luna, Willow caved without a fight, conceding defeat and then making her own plate of food before I hauled her back into my lap to eat while I took large bites of my own food around her, my taste buds exploding with flavor. I let Ronnie fill Willow in on what she had planned for them for the day, but I ensured she was aware that I would be close by. I was overjoyed when Willow agreed straight away to Ronnie’s proposal, without an ounce of hesitation detectable in her soulful brown eyes. My wolf and I had always known that she would bounce back, but we were beyond elated with her fast progression. I slipped away to finish dressing while the girls continued to chat, giving Willow a littl

Once the meeting was dismissed, I took off looking for Willow. I wanted to let her know that we might have a place of interest where Shawn could be, but I had to make sure that I didn’t get her hopes up too much just in case I was wrong. It wasn’t hard to find Willow and Luna Rayne, as the two of them were outside with the rogue she wolves. Watching Willow with the she wolves, I could clearly see that she had the role of Luna down pat and that she was clearly born to be a Luna. The pups and she wolves came to her and you could see the admiration in their eyes for her.

Liza asked, glancing over. "Just needed a moment," Willow replied, her eyes drifting to the horizon. One of the Northern wolves, a young male named Fazza, stepped into her line of sight. He was handsome in a rugged, sun-beaten way, his brown eyes warm with a clear, localized interest. "How long have you been running with the Lanka, Ms. Grant?" "Only a week," Willow said, offering a polite but distant smile. "A new addition to the den, then," Fazza noted, his grin widening. "Are you a designer by trade?"

Their relationship making the headlines was inevitable, whether they announced it then or ten years later. Willow and Marshall had their mating ceremony after three months of her staying in his pack and it was the biggest news ever. Their faces and story was splashed on every newspaper in and across the country. Willow had been scared of this and what people would say because Marshall was related to Harrison. Some were bad while others were good. Willow concentrated only on the good side.

She really knows how to solve issues among people and creatures. Willow found her mate, Prince Blaine from the Angels Realm. She is a living angel until she passes. So is her mate. They live near us and have started a horticulture business. They have six children, two sets of triplets, ages four and two. Elliot and I try to go help her out with the children every chance we get. My dad loves being there, because the kids worship the ground he walks on. He spends as much time as he can teaching the kids about nature while Willow teaches them how to attract butterflies and hummingbirds to the garden. As Elliot and I continue sitting on our deck, I can’t help but feel nothing but content. Elliot