Willow Schnee Romane & Geschichten

You could say they almost seemed scary, if Nadira didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was brown, the result of the donation she got as a result of Nadira's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is black. This best friend is a wolf-shiftergirl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Nadira once slaughtered.

She paused for a moment before adding, “Of course, we get the credit, you get the rewards.” Kayson shrugged. He did not really care about the rewards, though. The hair began to burn, and the smoke was fluttering toward a direction. “Let’s go!” Kayson had just finished speaking, yet he was already standing several feet away from Willow. Willow was shocked. “He’s fast!” She circulated her inner energy and followed after Kayson. She was a level-1 Admiralporium member and would become a laughingstock if she couldn’t catch up to Kayson.

I heard poor willow pleading with her as he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back into his embrace. Willow is an omega, he has everything a woman could ask for; strong and an attractive look. But his grades are what made Shoshanna hate him. She sees herself as a queen that deserves someone better and not a degraded omega. Poor willow, I have been crushing on him for a long time and he has never noticed me. I wish I was his mate, but that would never happen because he would probably reject me. “Let me go Willow, you are a nice man but I can never accept you as my mate”. Shoshana protests as she tries to pull her wrist out from his grasp.

River frowns, then jumps up from his seat and runs towards the sunroom windows. "Reid," he says, looking at his watch then looking back at me. "It's almost 10 am. Willow said she would be gone for two hours at most, and the snow is coming down heavily." The gravity of what he says hits me; Willow could be stuck out in the snow. Before I could even think, I grabbed the SUV keys and sprinted out of the door while simultaneously trying to call Willow. Her phone only rings each time I try her number, and I get so frustrated that I throw my cell phone down on the passenger seat.

Aiden felt his phone vibrate, but chose to ignore it for a moment. Willow looked back to Amira, "Our ancestors." She rested a hand over her chest, "My mother was present at her death. Along with the Werewolf, there were three Human women involved." Willow reached out and took Amira's snow white hair between her dark fingers, "A woman with hair so blindingly white," She let her hair fall back into place, "another woman with fiery red hair that seemed to be allies with the white haired woman, and the blonde..." Willow stopped short as she looked toward Aiden as his phone buzzed again in his pocket, "Should you get that?"

He came back and I pulled him into a hug, resting my head on his shoulder. "What's your name?" He asked, once I pulled away from him. "Eric Florian White." "You're like a Disney prince." He stated, as we heard growls and snarls. We looked towards the gate, and saw Wendigos, Skinwalkers, and other species, running out of the forest. We heard a roar, and Ari came out of the woods, with Arachne, who was covered in blood. "Damn it, Arabella?" She shouted. A wolf ran up to her and shifted into a woman I didn't know.

I said back to him. “I wouldn’t say it was nothing to worry about. I have been around a long time and have treated a few Dacians in my time. They don’t normally cause this level of exhaustion. My name is Willow, and I am the top healer of the capital. I’m just going to check your vitals and do some feeling through my magic. It won’t hurt. It’ll just feel like a warmth moving through you. One thing about Fae you will learn is we cannot lie.” She explained, giving me a warm smile, her lavender-coloured eyes matching her breathtaking beauty.

He is positive this woman is our mate. She looks around the warehouse, and her eyes land on the shelf of boxes that I am hiding behind. Her bright blue eyes stand out from the bright red blood that is spread across her face. Under all of the blood, I recognize the little woman. She is indeed human. I believe her name is Willow. She is the King's aide. I have seen her face in the papers many times, standing at the Lycan King’s side.

"Just look at yourself, Will. You are beautiful!' Eve exclaimed. Willow looked at her reflection but still wasn't convinced. Eve knew she wouldn't be convinced at all. Willow had never seen herself as a beautiful girl. She knew she was good looking but that was just on the plain jane side but she never really cared. She was dressed in a light blue sundress that stopped at her knees. It was off the shoulder and it had white roses on the flared skirt so she paired the dress with a pair of white flats. Her hair was pinned backwards with two white rose hairclips and she had a light makeup on, thanks to Evelyn. "I hope I don't die," Willow mumbled. "And you say I'm the dramatic one," Evelyn rolle

"Not technically. I'm dating Nico. Middle brother of the Amatucci family. He's a lawyer." Ksenia's shoulders relaxed. "Thank the goddess." Tali moaned. "Not another one." Willow shrieked. "Yes!" She came over to Ksenia. "Hey, I'm Willow. Don't listen to Tali. She's a heathen with no faith system." She stuck her hand out. Ksenia took it. "Eh, I figure if there is a higher power out there, it's definitely a girl. Men are dumb."