Willow X Rash Novels & Stories

Rashes that looked like tiny grains spread all over his skin. Her gaze trailed down to his lower torso; the rashes had already spread to his waist just above the trousers. She believed even her lower limbs were covered with it. Xanthus opened his eyes weakly. "I'm fine. It's just a reaction." Raeleigh stood there, dumbfounded. "I will not let her get away with this." Their eyes met. After a long time, Xanthus gasped and said, "If you get angry, you lose."

"It's the Lanes, right? I'm not afraid of them." Talia tried to say more, but Willow turned her head away and refused to look at her. "Even if I can't make them apologize, I'll try my best to make sure they suffer a little." Willow knew that she didn't have that kind of power herself, but she knew someone who did. Seeing the resolve on Willow's face, Talia said nothing more. She spent the entire day lying in bed. With Willow there, she felt so much better. That evening, Willow said she needed to head back to make up for a livestream she had missed.

Willow started to move; her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning firefly.” I said as she realized that she was still asleep on my arm. She sat up and yawned, stretching her arms above her head. “I’m sorry, did I sleep on you all night?” I chuckled. “I guess you did. It looks like we both slept well.” Her hair was a sexy mess. Strands were pulled from the bun on the top of her head and fell down her face. God, she’s so beautiful. Willow has natural beauty. Her skin is naturally tan, which makes her green eyes stand out. A tiny amount of freckles pepper her cheeks and nose. She looked at me and gave me her signature smile, displaying her pearly white teeth.

—I wave my hands wishing I could rewind thirty seconds—“you wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.” “I was gonna say, ten feet? Damn, woman.” Fiona whistles. “Maybe I will go after him.” “Mhhmmm.” Rey turns to me. “Jasmine, do you have that willow bark? I know I’m a shifter, but I get these headaches.” “I get headaches too,” Laurie murmurs, blinking at Rey. He looks like he’s seen an angel. “I have the willow bark in my bus,” I say. “I’ll get it.”

She pressed her forehead to his, whispering gently to him. Casper and Gage still stood on either side of Willow, while Kayla still gripped her right hand, offering her little comfort compared to the horrors she had survived at the hands of Alaya and Henry. "So, you make a cure with Maddox's blood?" Kayla asked, looking at me as she spoke. Willow nodded. I rolled up my sleeve, offering my arm to the witch. "There's one problem," Willow said. "You will need to get her to take it willingly or get close enough to her to inject it against her will."

Willow had never met him, but Marcus told her he was a formidable force and to show him the same respect she afforded him. Although it was late winter in Virginia, Willow dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high nylons, and a Catarina red top that V to her navel and the dimples along her lower back. The opening showed a partial scar over her left shoulder. Her legs were long and well-muscled from the hours of running she did both as a human and a wolf. Her long brown hair was loose over her body. She was already tall at 5’11”, but her three-inch stiletto put her just over 6’3”.

Instead of stopping like this new but cold and powerful voice that belonged to Marshall had just asked her to, Willow jumped on Harrison’s distracted wolf, and if not for the fact that Marshall was quick to lunge himself in the middle and slash at her wolf with his elongated fingers, throwing her wolf far from them, Harrison's body would have been jerking on the floor in a bloody headless mess. Willow wolf flew far from marshall and Harrison to land in a heap on a flower ridge, knocking flower vases to the ground and shattering them but she was up in the next minute. She shook her fur, got in position and this time, she raced towards Marshall whom she could not also recognize at this moment.

I shoot him a quick text, asking him to come by the packhouse whenever he was ready. I walk back to the window and watch with admiration as Willow beats the shit out of the dummy. There is so much anger in her. She has a temper to match her fiery locks that’s for sure. I close the curtain and make my way out to join her and Xander on the lawn. I’m sure she is anxious to get her blood test results back. When I step out on the lawn, she sends the now decapitated head of the self-defense dummy hurtling in my direction, narrowly missing my face, letting me know just how pissed off she still is. I capture the head and look at her, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

She pushed open the door to the room we'd used earlier. The sound of broken glass grinding against the cement floor reminded me I still didn't have shoes on. I tried to tiptoe around the debris on the floor. Winced, when I hit at least one shard of glass. Following Jessa, I set Willow down on the bed. "What hurts the most physically right now, babe?" Jessa asked. Willow rubbed her hands over her eyes. "My right thigh. It could just be because I'm tired, but it's aching."

Upstairs in our bedroom ,I made her lift her shirt up and unscrewed the small bottle , the greenish paste-like substance stared back at me, it had no smell . I scoped just a little amount and placed it on the injury and she flinched under my touch, her ribs jutting out. "I also have to rub this on the injuries at your back." I said my eyes fixed on the injury which was already turning purple at the edges. "Why is it called Willow's Tears?" She asked in a small voice, it actually surprised me that she could speak to me and I knew she had been rehearsing it since forever. " It's because the Willow tree produces a tear like sap and seems to make a crying sound when one scopes it. When it dries