Willow Wolf Novels & Stories

Liza asked, glancing over. "Just needed a moment," Willow replied, her eyes drifting to the horizon. One of the Northern wolves, a young male named Fazza, stepped into her line of sight. He was handsome in a rugged, sun-beaten way, his brown eyes warm with a clear, localized interest. "How long have you been running with the Lanka, Ms. Grant?" "Only a week," Willow said, offering a polite but distant smile. "A new addition to the den, then," Fazza noted, his grin widening. "Are you a designer by trade?"

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

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.”

Willow felt the pressure probe against her mind, trying to reach in and pull her wolf out. She pushed back against it, aware now of what it felt like. The pack began to stomp now, in time with their heartbeats, thump thump THUMP. It was intoxicating. Willow wanted to lose herself in it, she felt the enticing allure to just let go and give in. The room had a dreamlike quality and colors began to blur as the pack chanted.

But, keeping my irritation inside me alone, “Let’s see.” “You better must have something good in your head, I cannot take this man calling me kitten or cat. I am a bloody wolf, that too the Luna.” Willow warned me sounding the same as me irritated at his overconfidence. “What? Again Willow is saying something?” He questioned and I turned to him with my smile widening on my lips as his curiosity seems to be a lot when it comes to Willow. “Yeah, and guess what? She was just suggesting names for you and your wolfie.”

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

My wolf ! Noooooo !

"What do you mean by that?" "Kahlia..." Frank leaned forward and looked at the young wolf with a serious, intense gaze. "...Willow is a Sprite, that means she carries magic within her. She's an empath and will become a healer, following in her mother, sister and her uncle's footsteps. I think she will know her own body better than anyone and be able to decide for herself what her body can cope with, esepcially with all those healers around her to support her, don't you think you may be just looking for excuses to cover your guilt of being fated to someone not a werewolf?" Kahlia looked at the floor in shame as his wolf whimpered within him.

The whole ceiling used to be covered now there are only these two with what seems like a canyon between them and they just seem so lonely. I don’t know how long I lay there before I fell asleep. At least I hope I’m sleeping because if this isn’t a dream then someone slipped me some drugs. I’m lying in the field that we used to go camping in the one I had just been thinking about. It is night time but there are only two stars in the sky in the same positions as the two on my ceiling. I hear movement near the trees. I see a light brown and tan wolf step into the moonlight. She is similar in size and colour to my Mom’s wolf but this one has what looks like a white star on her left side. I stand

“It will be a tough fight. They are strong.” “Not us, no. We have a secret weapon up our sleeve. Don’t we, Willow?” Nicholas looked at me, the question burning in his eyes. “What is she talking about?” “I…after Kane marked me…I--” “Ohhhh,” Nicholas said and nodded. “You have a wolf. I heard that can happen sometimes…rare though.” “Yeah,” I said and blushed. I found his easy acceptance of what I am disturbing. “Willow will shift into her wolf form, and kill as many witches as she can.”