Aelin And Rowan Novels & Stories

"Mom, Dad, Mr. and Mrs. Hart, say something!" She'd completely crossed the line. Wilson's face darkened as he forced down his anger. "Raina, your mom and I can still see straight. We know very well who Rowan's fiancee is!" My parents nodded in agreement. "Elara is the fiancee Rowan chose," my dad said firmly.

Not the damage. But the bond. It was still unstable. Still strained. But it was holding. Not because it was untouched. But because they were forcing it to. Together. Rowan caught Kael’s eye across the chaos. A silent understanding passed between them. This was not over. Not even close. But they were still here. Still fighting. Still refusing to break. And for now, that was enough. ---

But of course another clause was added to his mission after coming here : Aelin. His roommate and Michael's girlfriend; now ex. He had to say the girl was commendable, she had managed to annoy him twice on his first day and still stand alive in front of him, now tending to his little wound. When Laurent had first seen Michael's name flash on her phone screen he wasn't so sure if it was the same person but when listened carefully it turned out that he was infact him. For a split second, he wanted to use Aelin to get to Michael before he slipped away from his clutches but he couldn't bring himself to. Handling dark creatures were easier than to deal with her.

, Aelin said, walking the other way, “We have a prince.”, Rowan countered, staring deep into her eyes, she didn’t withdraw, scoffing, “A Prince who had been taking to the gods know where, do not muss me new comer, reunite with your friend, have a drink and all, but do not come here and speak like you have been with us, all through the years.”, Aelin said, looking deep into his eyes, there was something about those eyes she thought. A werewolf who lived in the common realm, alone, well she was not always alone, she remembered, she once had a family, then she remembered, her father had died trying to get drugs for her mother, and they had both died that night, leaving them alone, he, her brot

You think you’re clean? I stand, brushing past Asher. Rowan’s breathing slows — exhausted, hiccuping, pressing his cheek into my collarbone. I walk to the nursery, push open the door. Caelen sleeps in his crib, chubby arms thrown wide like nothing bad has ever touched him. For now. I lower Rowan into the empty crib beside him. The boys stir, tiny heads nudging close. Two pups, curled together. Nightshade and St. Clair. Two names that were supposed to destroy each other, now snuffling under the same soft blanket.

I forced my hand to lift from his chest and moved further, caressing his cheeks with my all might. Entire energy was drained, and I was gathering my all last bit of energy just to feel him for the last time. It is not known if it will last. But I want to see him until my heart is satisfied. I never felt the mate bond, but at least I was fortunate to have a mate. “Aylin, I won’t let happen anything to you.” Rowan said, closing his eyes and a lone drop of tear escaped. He was getting blurrier than before, and his sound lighter.

“She wove for all of us.” Summoning the last reserves of his magic, Rowan slammed his blade into the ground again, this time focusing not on defense, but on connection. Silver threads erupted from the earth, spreading outward in intricate patterns. They wrapped around Selene and Elyra, pulling them closer, binding them together—not as prisoners, but as partners. “What are you doing?” Selene demanded, her voice tinged with panic. “Finishing what Aelira started,” Rowan replied, his voice firm despite his weariness. “We’re not losing anyone else.”

Kael settled beside me on the bench, his knee bumping mine, hand closing around my offered fingers. Rian perched on the other side, leaning in until his shoulder pressed against mine. The bond hummed, warm, and steady. The crescent warmed in quiet agreement. Rowan sniffed dramatically. “Look at this,” he said, wiping at his face in an exaggerated gesture. “Our little sister goes out once to fight a cursed web and comes back with two princes attached. Show‑off.” “Took you long enough to make it official,” Jax grunted, but there was the ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth.

Hale stepped out in her pajamas. “What’s going on? Aren’t you both asleep?” she pressed as a smirk curled on Rowan's lips. “How can we be asleep when Aiden is busy frolicking with Kai? Mum, you won’t believe I met them kissing,” Rowan announced as Aiden tightened his jaw but remained silent. “They can do that,” Mrs. Hale muttered, wiping her sleepy eyes. “Mom, you didn’t hear me properly. I said I caught them kissing, It happened right in front of me,” Rowan explained.

Outside, warriors’ voices carried through the thin walls of the tent, talking about the Eastern Pack, about a war brewing on another front and about the King wanting more men on the border by the next full moon. During the day I walked around the camp studying everything, possibly an escape from this place, but more than once my eyes drifted toward the kitchen, searching to see if I could see Elowen so badly. Each time I caught myself doing it, disgust crawled up my throat. She is Northern, I reminded myself, she is nothing but a means to an end, same as everyone else in this frozen hole. Later that evening she was late coming back to the tent. I told myself I didn’t care…I told myself it me