Arcane Jarah Aurel Novels & Stories

Aurelia is an army crawler as she makes her way through the suite, she babbles, laughs, smiles all the time, eats like she hasn't had a meal in a week every time she does. Her dark hair has lightened up, she now has light brown hair with piercing green eyes that hold flecks of blue in them, her fair skin already held a few little freckles speckled across her tiny nose. She looked like the perfect mix of her mother and I, but I believe she looks more like Raven every day, whereas Hael is starting to resemble me a lot more.

Arric noticed his lack of enthusiasm and knowing why, pressed him for his opinion. Alpha Jarvald Rukheim's beta, Marc, brought in more drinks, and the discussion grew heated as Alpha Jarvald Rukheim tried to find loopholes in the plan, while Arric and Aricel argued for its effectiveness. Arric caught Alpha Jarvald Rukheim’s subtle smirk when Alpha Rudolphus and Alpha Fenrisulfur took a sip out of the drink Marc brought. Aricel carried the drink also and Arric nudged him discreetly.

Authority dripped from every syllable he spoke. I took a slow, steadying breath, burying the tremor in my hands before turning to face him. Jarrah had stripped off his heavy armor, wearing only a loose linen shirt open at the throat and dark leather trousers. The faint amber light of the hearth caught the harsh angles of his face—the jagged scar running from his cheekbone down to his jawline, the thick shadow of stubble, and those dark, unreadable eyes that seemed to strip away every lie I had ever told. He looked terrifyingly human without his plate mail, larger and far more dangerous.