Aarav Novels & Stories

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

If I shifted too soon, I’d alert him. My father’s sentries watched everything. Another bolt grazed my shoulder. I stumbled. Then suddenly, the air shifted. A gust of wind whirled through the tunnel, and a scream ripped from one of the guards. He collapsed, his throat gushing. A blur of white and silver danced through the others like a ghost. In seconds, the guards lay in a heap—moaning, unconscious, or dead. From the shadows stepped Ariel. Her white hair was pulled back into a tight braid, her face as sharp and cold as the daggers sheathed at her thighs.

he said to Aria. She didn’t move. Didn’t listen. The man stopped a few yards away. His eyes Locked onto Aria. Not curious. Certain. “So,” he said slowly. “The storm lives.” Aria tilted her head slightly. “And you are?” A faint smirk. “Someone your mother would have warned you about.” Ryan’s stomach dropped. Aria’s expression didn’t change. “Try me.” The man’s gaze sharpened. Then “I am Kael Draven.” “And I do not kneel.”