Willow X Tigry Novels & Stories

When she tried the second time, I moved to the left and bit down on her other leg until I heard another crack echo through the serenity of the woods. The sound of my name had my ears peaking up, turning to the side to find Torey rushing towards me, five wolves emerging behind from the trees with him. I watched as he began stalking towards us, a dangerous look looming in his eyes. He looked enraged and pissed. The thought of contacting him through our mind link never occurred to me since my wolf and I didn't see Olie as a threat, and my wolf didn't want Torey to take away her prey.

it's been a year since Danielle and Nick got back together, They were now married. Danielle tried to help Nick the best way she could but Nick's Condition had become unbearable, his jealousy and rage only increased, he had stopped feeling sorry for hitting her when they argue, it almost always results in him attacking Danielle or Elena or them both. he's become so lost in himself that he now derives some pleasure from hurting them. it became so bad that he would beat Danielle' in public and threaten to kill her if she ever left him. "I'll hunt you down and kill you if you ever try to leave" he'll say. somehow Danielle still loved him and tried to manage him, but if this rage and vile behavi

I asked him, and he shook his head. " No, it isn't. This is the first I have heard," he confessed, and I noted it down in my head. I intended to look into it further. "Willows wolfsbane is grown by spirit wolves. Could the hunter be working for a spirit wolf?" Sylvester suggested. " Maybe the hunter is a spirit wolf" Robert stated. " That is not impossible." Sylvester argued, " Willows wolfsbane can kill spirit wolves too. All except for Samantha. She is sort of immune to it. No spirit wolf would shoot a poisoned dart. It has to be a human hunter." Sylvester suggested.

"He told me if I took care of you, I could have whatever was left of the Grant legacy. And I’ve always wanted a piece of you, Willow." "You... you’re working for him?" Willow breathed, her hand reaching for the door handle. "I’ve been working for him since the day you left for Manhattan," Tyler said, lunging over the seat. Willow threw herself out of the moving car, tumbling onto the asphalt as the vehicle crashed into the guardrail. She rolled, the skin on her arms tearing, but she forced herself up. Behind her, Tyler climbed out of the wreckage, his eyes glowing amber. He began to shift, his bones snapping and reforming into the shape of a lean, mangy wolf.

“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

I can literally see the fire in his blue eyes. The old man widened his eyes when he saw Aries. “Mr. Higgins!” “Touch and hurt my wife again and I’ll burn you and your petty company into ashes.” He said with so much anger.

His grip on my hips as he holds me on his cock, will leave bruises, and he throws his head back and growls as he empties himself inside me. “fuuuuuck.” It’s more of a growl than a cry, and it’s Willow who curses as a fire burns inside, and spreads, filling me, drowning me in heat, pulling me towards oblivion. This was them. Our wolves bonding through the joining of our bodies. I can feel it in my heart, and in my connection with Willow. They needed this connection, and Phoenix and I may have started it, but the ending was all them, we were merely conduits who felt and experienced it with them.

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.

It urged me to touch him, feel him, and hear him. My thoughts had spiraled out of control, and my hormones were happily adding to my dilemma. Thank the Goddess, Willow could hide my scent; otherwise, we would have ended up on the office table f*cking each other's brains out. I sighed. Willow didn't help much either; she added to the discomfort. She kept on whimpering and whining in my mind, wanting to let Alex's wolf connect with her. "Ghost is begging for me to answer him," Willow said. "He is scratching and howling like a hurt puppy behind my block."

Tate yells before he shifts and tackles the wolf. They start to snarl and roll around, biting wherever they can. Han shifts and catches Willow before her limp body lands on the hard floor. I want to help Tate, but I'm more worried about Willow, so I shift back as well and crouch next to her. She's blinking up at the sky and has tears streaming down her cheeks, but she seems okay. That lasts all of a minute before dark tendrils move from the bite mark and spread across her skin like vines. "What's happening?" I ask Han.