Willow X Tigry Novels & Stories

I start to hyperventilate, and I automatically shift due to not be able to breath properly. Thomas POV We were laying by the river. I was watching Willow’s wolf. Her wolf was a sight to see. A beautiful black, like an Alpha, yet she was more petite. In the sunlight the markings under her black fur had a gold sparkle. I had been assisting Willow with her research under her fathers’ orders to stay close and we believe that the markings were of Celtic origin. I’ll admit I cared a lot for her and somewhere along the way my feelings for her became more sincere. I followed my orders, but I didn’t need to. She was intoxicating to be around and there was something different about her that drew me in

It was the kind of quiet that made your skin prickle, like standing in the eye of a storm and knowing it wasn’t over. “Mate?” Enzo’s voice slid into the tension like a blade. Controlled, but sharp with accusation. “Neither Willow nor her father ever said anything about a bond with you.” Xander didn’t flinch. His chin lifted—subtle, but unmistakable. A silent assertion of dominance. “She hasn’t accepted the bond,” he said, his gaze never leaving Enzo’s. “But her blood knows. So does mine.” A sound broke from Enzo’s chest—not quite human. A low, guttural growl that made my pulse spike. His wolf had surfaced, just beneath the skin. Heat poured off him in waves, and I knew—we were past the point

The image of Willow tied and tying Hikaru and them both hot and bothered while teasing one another can’t get out of my head. My dick twitches as I think of all the fun it would be if the fox and wolf would play with us sometimes. I will never get complete relief until I claim her. I see her along with Felix as they walk together whispering to one another. I would be jealous if I didn’t know better. Felix and Willow are best friends or more like siblings than anything else, but the irrational side wants to stand between them to make sure he doesn’t stand too close.

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

the lycan says. Willow pushes her way out of the lycan's arms and straightens her shirt. "Dad," she says awkwardly. "This is my... mate, Osiris. Osiris, this is my father, Ward." I hold out my hand for Ward to shake, but a growl rumbles in his chest. "Be nice," Willow whispers to her father, and he finally shakes my hand. He grips my hand tightly, and I squeeze back just as hard. Ward and I glare at one another until I hear Willow sigh in frustration. "Is the pissing contest over?" She asks. "Because I want to know why my father is in rogue territory."

“I don’t understand. Two souls? Every werewolf has one soul. Two souls is impossible. How would that even work?” Theo’s grip on the paper tightened, his blue eyes darkening. “This isn’t just about rogues looking for a fight.” Willow swallowed hard. “They want me.” A muscle in Theo’s jaw twitched. He exhaled sharply, his free hand reaching for her without hesitation. His fingers curled gently around her wrist, grounding her. “Willow.” His voice was quieter now. Lower. She looked up at him, trying to keep her expression calm. Theo’s grip tightened just slightly, as if he could feel the way her mind was spiraling.

"You may have defeated me in the past, but that was then. Now, I am the one who stands victorious. Submit to my will, Xirza, and join me in this battle. Together, we will overcome any obstacle." Xirza's pride faltered, his eyes reflecting the truth in Tigreal's words. Reluctantly, he nodded, accepting his defeat. "Very well, Tigreal. I will follow your lead. But don't think for a moment that this means I've given up my own ambitions." Tigreal's lips curled into a confident smirk. "Ambitions are what drive us, Xirza. Let us harness our strengths and use them to protect our pack. Together, we will prove that the White Moon's pack is not to be underestimated."

"You are now a part of my pack, and we shall build a future together. You have chosen wisely." Willow forced a smile, hiding her true emotions behind a façade of acceptance. She had made her decision, and now she would have to face the consequences. She wondered if she could find a way to navigate this new life, to find a glimmer of happiness amidst the shadows. Killian's kiss intensified, growing more forceful and demanding. Willow's attempts to resist were met with defiance as he became emboldened by her resistance. The atmosphere crackled with tension as their bodies pressed together, his grip on her waist tightening, trapping her in his grasp.

His tongue moved over her lower lip and when they parted, he claimed her mouth fully. Willow pressed her body into his as their tongues searched the entirety of each other’s mouths. Her hand slid down his chest, gripping his shirt before pulling away, and turning so her backside was pressed into his crotch. She could feel his reaction to her. Willow’s wolf was in her mind whispering mine. Mine. Mine. But then something strange happened. Another tall wolf, stepped in front of her, setting his hand on her hip, and pulled her body to his. He crushed her lips with his. A deep chest growl filled her mouth. “Mine.”

The human did look empathetic; but the competency twirled around the window pane unsure whether to drop from 10-storeys high or towards the other side which is twice the height of the flipside. “You may go now.” Titanic waved bye to Willow after the meeting which took about a second or two. When he was out of earshot, they tried to clear things up. Titanic started so that there’ll be no need for the other party to. “You need an amazing stalker, right?” Charles didn’t know how to answer to that. “Y-yeah, I guess?” “Well then Willow is your guy. He might not be the best at social interactions and normal human stuff; but he’s a perfectionist when it comes down to these kinds of operations.”