Aragorn Ii Elessar Novels & Stories

Elora’ POV Arwen howled in joy like I never saw her do. She was jumping up and down like crazy and was obviously elated at that moment. And then, she answered, ‘Aragorn is my spirit mate. He was Dominic’s sleeping wolf.’ “Aragorn…” I uttered the name once again, feeling the movements of my lips as the sound escaped my mouth. What a lovely name for a spirit wolf.

Aranjo still closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the man's body that was stuck right in his. Aranjo's tiny hand was placed on the King's chest, but still not moving. Something belonging to the King, attached to the abdomen of Aranjo began to react. This made Aranjo open her eyes and look up at the King who was so tall that Aranjo was only as tall as the man's chest.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

They weren't moving to help her, no, their eyes gleamed with cruel amusement, like wolves circling a deer that had just bitten one of them. "Enough," Orion's voice was a razor. But his beast didn't agree, his nails had already lengthened into claws, gouging lines into the wood of his throne as every instinct screamed to rip Iver apart. He had not missed the way the General's hand had touched what was his and in front of the council. Rey's gaze darted toward him, not in fear, but in a strange, unreadable challenge. Iver rose to his feet slowly, towering over her. The cut on his temple had already begun to knit together, but his eyes... his eyes promised violence.

After an hour, the officer comes to us and says “the result is out now, please follow me to explain the results of the test. Maybe just two of you guys, Miss Issa, and someone who will guide the wheelchair. “Let me accompanying her to the room and you guys can wait here” that’s Arthur's voice, he just being so nice when I sick. Even though yesterday I lost a bet with him and haven't made up for it. Maybe he'll charge it when I'm well again, this sly guy won't be able to let me go just like that. I turned my gaze towards Arthur, trying to look up to catch the expression on his face. He looks serious and calm, but his eyes stare at Ivan strangely. Indeed, Ivan is the one who looks worrier than

No, you're not," thought Marcus, arms folded and watching the red-haired man with the slightest blink of an eye. -My name is Ruan," said the other, this blond and very cool in his coarse hair and black eyes, "and I am for you as for me. It was this phrase that was irritating Marcus a lot, but he would never show how much this damn code messed with his jealousy. Good thing this is the last one. -My name is Michael," he reminded her of Aragorn from The Lord of the Rings, even in the color and style of his hair and eyes, "and I am to you as myself.