Novel & Cerita Aragorn Books

Aragorn shook out his black fur, as black as the darkest night. Then, he darted off full speed ahead into the forest, going deeper and deeper. Aragorn ran and ran. He howled and growled. He bit at the air and tried ripping that creature's head straight off, the one that bit his warrior. Zipping past trees, feeling the earth beneath our paws, Aragorn and I are so furious. Another loss. We ran past all the trees and bushy areas. Seeing all the greens on branches we dodged, we tried to outrun this.

she called again, her voice high with fear. "Don't... don't cry," Arwen stammered, swallowing the lump in her throat. Her heart ached as she witnessed Estrada fighting against Trisha's hold. "Remember the stories I have told you about brave werewolves and cunning witches? You-You are just like them," she forced herself to smile though it felt like her face was made of glass that could shatter at any second. "And remember this Estrada," Arwen continued, her voice growing in its determination. "The true power lies within you." Reaching into her bag, she brought out an ancient looking book; the covers appeared weather with time and looked like they might crumble at any moment.

He said just like he's ordering me. I gave him a fleeting smile before closing the door. My eyes rolled around. His room's cleanliness and nice designs. They are latest. The lavender scent emanating from the air purifier was detectable. My eyes widened as I looked at the paintings. It's entirely werewolves. Does this imply that he adores them? I suddenly irritated.