Arrowverse Novels Novels & Stories

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

The room was dark but the tubes were glowing a misty red. "Is this where they keep all the injured?" Rainer asked while fully knowing the answer. "It is, they even keep the dead here so they can harvest the organs." answered Arthur. They approached the exit at the end of the hall, Arthur scanned a card and it opened for them. Inside was an elevator and Rainer knew what was coming “Wait a minute! I just got done healing, are you taking me to another fight already?!” "Get in, I’m not that much of an asshole. It’ll take us to your room." said Arthur.

His warmth did much to comfort me and Cassandra as we craved Emrys and Atticus more and more as the pregnancy progressed, it was as if our baby could recognize their father nearby and something inside me could already tell this baby was going to not only own my mates heart but his soul. Arrow and Thomas walked silently behind us, Arrow with his own flashlight and every so often he would ramble off about some history of the tunnel reminding me of Chelsa. Thomas was his usual self it seemed but I could still see the hint of pink in his cheeks every time we turned a corner and I glanced back at him; his big blue eyes purposefully not meeting mine. “This acid like water stuff kills people, right

"Oh, Goddess! What did you say to him?" I groaned again. "Please, can we not talk about this right now?" "Okay, but you better tell me later." And that was when I prayed silently to Artemis that later would never come. I prayed that she'd just kill and burn me. --- Thanks for reading the preview of the next book in the series, Wolfborn! If you'd like to keep reading, please search for 'Wolfborn', now complete on Goodnovel. While this book does introduce some new characters, it also continues the story of Jasmine & Blake. Happy reading!

“This is Beta Marcus, Delta Charles, and Gamma Jackson.” The first woman, soft-spoken but confident, dipped her head. “I’m Athena, and this is my sister, Amore. We’re honored to assist however we can. Once we’re settled, we’ll start with protective wards—they’ll act as an alarm system. We can even link you to them so you’ll sense if they’re triggered.” Her eyes kept flicking toward Marcus, while Amore’s gaze lingered on Jackson. “It’s wonderful to meet you,” I said, glancing between them. “And I think that’s a great plan.” I smirked. “Though I’m guessing you’ve already noticed… something.”

In that full second, before the meteor hit the pub, Rose had already assessed the situation. Being a vampire, Hunter’s ass would be fine. Rose, despite not knowing what sort of being she is, would've survived it, too. She was fast and strong, and could easily avoid it. Jericho, on the other hand...

The word came out in a language that was and was not English — she understood it perfectly, felt it in her mouth as naturally as breathing, but something about the shape of it told her it was not the language she had been born into. She had read enough reincarnation novels to understand what had happened. She had, in fact, read the specific one this appeared to be. The Crimson Oath of Asterveil. Four hundred and twelve pages of dense fantasy romance that her book club had chosen the month before the one with the villainess, and which Clara had enjoyed slightly more, which was to say she had found it merely frustrating rather than actively infuriating. She remembered the broad strokes: a magi

Arash's eyes immediately fell on a novel with a white rose cover that was not as large as most novels. With a slightly damaged cover and a plastic cover on the outside, Arash was even more convinced that the novel must be quite old, for a book. Without realising it, the man blurted out the novel's author's name rather loudly. "A novel by Mira.W ...." Arash said. Upon hearing this, Arash could see that the girl named Zaya immediately shifted her attention to the bag lying on the chair next to where she was sitting. She then turned her gaze to Arash, whose eyes were still fixed on the book without blinking.

Nyxara POV The moment silver pierces Rowan Varkas, time fractures into something fragile and unbearable, because I have lived long enough to know exactly how easily creatures like him are erased. --- The sound of the gunshot arrives after the impact, as if reality itself hesitates before acknowledging what has already happened, and for a single suspended moment the world seems to narrow into the space between Rowan’s body and the silver that has just torn through it. I see the instant it connects.

“Is Rosalinda going to be there?” “Yep.” Our gang wouldn’t be complete without her. A real smile stretched my lips when my eyes found the bubbly blonde inside. The recent addition of cherry-red highlights to her hair stood out, and I had to admit it looked cool on her. “Took you long enough, Ari,” she chirped, dragging me to the seat. “Where’s your boyfriend?” I asked. “On a godforsaken island in the middle of nowhere.” “Oh.” That explained her mild irritation. Her boyfriend, Jeff, was an archaeologist.