Willows Library Novels & Stories

’ Willows says warmly to me. Azrael is smiling at me with pride and I let out a sigh of relief. My relief is short lived once Willow speaks up again saying how we will do this again, everyday until I’ve mastered each technique in her book. Groaning I bury my head in my hands, the library in my mind wobbling at the sudden shift of emotion.

Snowflakes cascaded down from the darkened sky, the fire danced delicately in the fireplace and the scent of sage and lavender fumed the room. Willow sat on the couch, her legs propped up beside her with a quilted blanket wrapped around her and a book in her hands. Since the incident at Amanda's party, Willow was granted permission by Janice to reside at her cabin. Instead of waiting until she graduated from school to leave the confines of her aunt's house, Dante went through extra measures to have her removed from her aunt's care. The old woman couldn't care less what the girl did, but nearly fought against it when she realized she wouldn't be receiving the funds for her anymore. From what

Between fits of giggles, Penelope leaned closer and whispered, "You know, Little-angel, I've heard something intriguing. Apparently, our colleague housekeeper, Willow, has been harboring a secret crush on Mr.Christopher!" My eyes widened with curiosity. "No way, really? The charming Christopher?" Penelope nodded, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, indeed! And rumor has it that she'll stop at nothing to keep any girl away from him, except for Daisy, Christopher's girlfriend. Willow seems a bit afraid of her." As if on cue, Willow sauntered by the kitchen doorway, her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I gulped nervously, feeling her icy gaze pierce through

Coming besides the tree he noticed at the far corner a small nest, a female wolf growling at him, three little pups beneath their mother barely minding the scene that had slightly unfolded, their mother bearing its fangs to the Lycan. He huffed. Shifting back and ignoring such a small animal. His hands subconsciously caressing the willow tree as he went outside. The first thing he saw was a body of water. A river. Separating him and the unknown forest in front of him. ... Heavy footsteps creaked the floor as Ceberus stood up, he licked Lycan's hands. He had brought his kill inside the cabin to feast, sitting beside the willow tree. He went towards the river to wash off the blood.

She asks, and I nod, then realise what she just said. “Wait-!” “LUNCHTIME,” she says slowly, then walks away before I make my way back to my own desk. Melissa saw that, and now she would want to know what was happening between us. Oh, God, what have I let myself in for? --- Reid I watch Willow with a smile as she stumbles out of my office, pleased that she decided to say yes to our agreement. I must admit that I never thought she would agree to my proposition, but I knew she was desperate enough to write her book to go through with it.

Dakota fumes, looking visibly agitated by what Isaac has said, “-they’re doing this on purpose. You know that, right? Just as always, that stinking daddy’s girl is doing whatever she can to get her way-“ she suddenly cuts herself off mid-flow, noticing Isaac’s disapproving glare aimed her way like a set of piercing daggers. “We can discuss that later. Let’s not bore our guest with tiresome conversation about meetings, shall we?” Isaac clears his throat sternly, straightening his back as he projects his strong aura upon his quietening friends before returning his attention towards me, “So, I hope you’ll excuse me but I’m not one to beat around the bush, Willow. I suppose you have questions fo

He had sent a message. From: Keegan Wallace, Gaia Constancia She is usually found on the fourth floor. Her classes are at 10-Hebrews from 1-2 p.m. and 10-Romans from 3-4 p.m. I can't believe he's saying that! If I don't know who he is. I'll suspect he's a stalker! I shook my head and began typing a response. To: Keegan You're a stalker, aren't you? What else?

He had a feeling that he was going to find Juan soon and that would be the best feeling for Kathleen when she finally arrives home. "Willow understands, she wants you to focus on finding Juan. She knows she has all of us but Juan is somewhere with strangers, all alone." Lady Lyl told Lewis to not worry about Willow, but he was still concerned about her. "I'll go talk to her first," Lewis marched towards Willow's room to speak to her one last time before he heads out. "Willow?" He saw her reading a book in her room to distract herself. "Lewis!" she passed him a smile and then put her book down. Willow had decided to occupy herself in doing anything in order to not sit idle and think about tha

After some time, she fell asleep because of how worn out she was. The next morning, Willow sat in the kitchen eating cereal and drinking milk. Luke had moved all the blood out of the refrigerator and replaced it with human food, which she was thankful for. Wes walked in dressed in black jeans, shoes, and a grey hoodie that complimented his eyes. He would stand out in any crowd. "We're going to your college library," he said. "Why?" "Because it is owned by Cayman Hill, your friend's father. I am somewhat acquainted with him. Cayman Hill knows about the existence of the supernatural world. There is a higher chance for us to find something related to the herbs there than at the public library."

She knows she wouldn’t be given asylum in the middle of a war. Willow could be heading to another of the vampire kingdoms or maybe west toward the lands belonging to the wolf packs. No matter where she goes, she’s in danger. But Willow is smart. She has more will to live than most people I know. Guilt blooms in my belly as I remember her pale and frightened in a dungeon cell, and I push the memories away. I make my way to the library. The librarian’s quarters are nearby. Willow moved into them after Gaius’s death. Her bedroom door is unlocked. I step into the room and look around the small space.