Willow X Tigry Novels & Stories

“Our Willow Creed has just been nominated for three Hugo awards, putting Lahey Publishers up there with Tor and Ace Books! Not to mention that her book series just got signed for a three-season deal with N*****x!” Did I just hear right? I push Zack away gently, keeping the smile plastered on my face and waiting for him to finish. “So, this evening, we are here to honour the flame that started it all,” Zack then turns my body towards him, cupping my face with his hand. “Thank you, Willow. Without you, we wouldn’t have this.” What he does next happens so quickly that I couldn’t even respond; his lips were on mine in a gentle peck, but I felt his tongue inching into my mouth. The crowd applauds

I ask quickly, praying in my heart that he gives me a satisfactory response. “Willow bought glitter and bedazzled all of the girl’s belongings. She also took out the laces from her shoes and hid them. That resulted in a heated physical fight between the two girls that left them both injured and bleeding. Willow had multiple scratches all over her face while Maddison is currently being treated for a broken nose.” “Looks to me like Willow is holding up just fine.” I remark proudly and Axel nods in agreement. “She is.” “So, what’s the problem?”

Willow grinned and agreed. "Then, I want Lee and Livia to be my Beta couple. They should be the betas of the Moonstone pack" Willow decreed. Fuck.

Enzo’s hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back slightly as he stared down at me. “Open your mouth better,” he commanded, his voice a low, rough edge that brooked no argument. I forced my jaw wider, lips trembling as I obeyed, and he shifted and pressed himself forward. He slipped deeper, past my tongue, into my throat, and I gagged hard. My throat constricted around him, a wet, desperate sound escaping as I struggled to breathe. Tears welled up and spilt down my cheeks in silent tracks. I will be free soon. Very soon. There was already a plan on ground that just needed to be implemented.

“See, that proves my point.” “That was why we killed them,” Willow said, “That was the final test. The fact he stood by and let that happen cleared him of any doubt that I had of him.” “If I didn’t know better, I would say that you are now a wolf lover,” Baylor said with disgust on his face. “What?” Willow sounded shocked, “Never, Grand Warlock.” “Then why are you going out of your way to defend that animal?” “That animal saved me and my people,” she looked at me, “Your people, Supreme Mother. Don’t our customs mean anything again?”

"Pick on vulnerable she-wolves, why don't you challenge Madison? Then I'd at least respect you as a wolf bold enough to bite the hand that feeds it." Willow trembled more violently in Dwight's arms, unable to hide under Paisley's aura. The Soulrend Pack's pheromones were in chaos—thorny, wormwood, mint, and cedar scents clashed like a silent howl. Willow's sobs were incessant, her fingers clutching Dwight's clothes tightly, her eyes dry but her cries brimming with grievance and misery. "This is an absolute mess!" Lance stood up, took Adelaide's hand, and said to the stunned Priscilla, "Mother, let's go."

There was a photo of the same guy, who tugged at Willow’s hair, lying on a stretcher. “I heard from the others that Willow and Liam are more than friends.” Roy hid the emotions behind his eyes. Minutes later, Roy received a call from the lodge owner, informing him that Willow had borrowed their car to leave. Down to the last straw, Roy jolted to his feet and hiked down the mountain. Back at the lodge, Willow reversed the car out of the garage. She was a nervous wreck, driving with a stick, when Roy yanked her out of the car furiously.

Suddenly, our enemies charged towards us, roaring at the top of their voices, and we were born ready. I will not die tonight, not now, never. “LIGHT UP THE TORCHES WARRIORS OF THE FROSTBITE PACK.” I shouted. They all hailed fiercely at the top of their lungs. “FIRE!” I roared, standing at the top of the hill as I pointed in the direction I wanted it to be. Everyone held torches lit in fire, roared furiously in their wolves’ voices, and barged into the village, connecting to the forest.

Willow told him with a sheepish smile. “I know that I didn’t want her to walk alone,” Ehlark told her. “She left with no problem. Didn’t even look back at me.” “Willow, are you sure of what you are seeing?” Rayne stepped toward Ehlark. “I know what The Goddess shows me,” Willow told her with a nod. “I can tell you, Willow, that Xylia never looked back at me. Never seemed worried about me standing there. Not once did she ask me to stay or go.” Ehlark told her even though he had wished she would.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.