All Chapters of Whispers of Willow: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night grew colder as the prince walked through the corridors toward his room in the dim lighting of the chandeliers. He walked in, quickly taking off his coat and shirt before tossing them on the floor. The space in the room was more than he would ever need, a nuisance. The lavish lifestyle, the riches, and the glimmer were no stranger to the prince, however, he had no fondness for the things his title bestowed upon him.The wind caused the windows to shiver and the flames of the candles to sway swiftly. Through his peripheral vision, the prince saw the silhouette of the girl sleeping on his bed, covered with a comforter. He walked closer to the bed. The dim light cast a candescent radiance on her, perfectly highlighting the shape of her face. The prince was surprised, but not shocked, to find someone in his bed.Against his better judgment, he alleged her to be an intruder with ulterior motives. His previous encounters with infatuated girls had formed a prejudice in his mind. Whe

Time slowed as her heart rate increased. In her vision, the golden interior of the throne was woven into threads that could potentially be tied around her throat. Willow stood in the middle of the room, not to be scrutinized in this manner. The golden throne room exuded an aura of opulence and grandeur. The walls were adorned with intricate golden filigree, depicting mythical creatures and elaborate patterns that catch the light and cast a warm, inviting glow.The centerpiece of the room was a majestic golden throne, elevated on a dais and embellished with precious gemstones. Its tall backrest is adorned with golden motifs, creating a sense of authority and power.The room is spacious, with a high ceiling supported by golden pillars, each meticulously detailed. Crystal chandeliers hang from above, casting a sparkling radiance throughout the space. The polished marble floor reflects the golden hues, creating a mesmerizing effect.The king, dressed in his expensive bejeweled robes, sat

What do you say to someone when someone close to them dies? I’m sorry? Are you okay? Here’s 10 million dollars to make it all go away. No, no. That’s definitely not it. She deleted the last line. A day before she entered the land of vampires, Willow was on her way to the university. The sun blazed down on the blooming wildflowers growing along the side of the road. She walked beside the swaying leaves, brushing a stray strand away from her face. A lovely day to contradict the somber subject of her article. Death. She deleted the entire note and switched off the phone’s screen. The walk uphill from the bus stop to her college was peaceful and scenic. A calm that couldn't be replaced by anything else. Willow had moved to the city of Syllton after getting her heart broken by her childhood best friend, Maxon. After crying for days, she abruptly took her college acceptance letter, packed up her things, and left her old life behind for a better future. And even though her decision

Willow squinted her eyes and held her breath. She couldn't comprehend what had happened. One moment she was all riled up, talking about wanting to leave, and the next she found herself pressed up against the wall, with Wes pressing his lips against her cheek, merely missing her lips by a centimeter.She could feel the air getting thicker around her. The tension was palpable. The heat emanating from his lips awakened every nerve of her body. She had never known this feeling before and it scared her.She heard the door close, not realizing there was a stranger in their vicinity.Willow pushed him away from her. He didn't protest. In fact, he willingly obliged.She walked slowly over to the bed, reaching for the vase on the side table, then letting go of the vase and picking up the pillow. She returned to where Wes stood and forcefully swung the pillow at his head.His face moved in the direction of the hit, but he remained standing and did not try to avoid the attack."I deserved that,"

Willow sat in silence, contemplating the latest discoveries. Would she be okay without this memory? Coming into the kingdom by accident, meeting Ava, and meeting the prince... It was straight out of a fairytale. She examined her dress and stroked the fabric. Yes, it was clearly from a fairytale, and fairytales aren't supposed to be true. "I suppose it's for the best. I should forget about this," she said, her tone was oddly calm. "I'm still operating under the assumption that everything is a dream." Wes tapped his fingers against the chair's armrest. "So, what happened next?" she inquired, referring to the story of the kingdom's formation. "That concludes the story." "Are you telling me that this happened centuries ago and that nothing prominent has occurred since then?" The prince appeared to contemplate whether or not to reveal the kingdom's affairs. He tried to conceal as much as he could. "After all the vampires were inside this barrier that the healer had created, it took