Arwen Novelas e Histórias

I replied with a flat tone even though I meant what I said. She cleared her throat, pulling her hand away slowly from mine. "I saw something strange after Aurora was shot." She began. "What was that?" I interrogated, my Capo tone activated. She ignored it and continued. "I caught the sight of the man who shot her, running towards someone. Then I saw a dark coloured wavy hair which was styled in a bun and had a resemblance to Ginevra's hairstyle. They also had the same physique. Look, I know that it doesn't make sense but I feel like there is a connection." She insinuated while my brain tried to fix the pieces together.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Werewolves from far and wide, drawn by the legend of Eryndors strength and mercy, came to pledge their allegiance. Among them was a mysterious figure, a lone wolf with piercing yellow eyes and a coat as white as snow. She approached Eryndor with quiet confidence, her tail held high. "I am Aria," she said, her voice like music. "I have come to join your troops Eryndor. Together, we can build a new era of peace and prosperity and survive." Eryndor, sensing the weight of Aria's words, welcomed her with a nod. As she joined the troops, a collective howl rose to the moon, a chorus of hope and renewal. The whole horizon witnessed the blow and bursts of thunder recorded the sight of the Valient.

Lance’s heart almost jumped out of his throat—Aurora had brown eyes! “I bet your mom is a very attractive lady,” Rivena smiled. “I bet she has curvy long hair?” “Yes! Very long hair. All the way to her waist! But not very curvy, more like straight!” Aspen looked very excited showing off his beautiful mommy to the others, “And she has a heart-shaped face and the body of a female warrior. She is the most beautiful woman I know!” The glass slipped from Lance’s grip and fell to the floor, making a breaking sound.

“Then let’s finish this. Once and for all, let's end all of this.” I turned back to the mist, narrowing my eyes as Tatiana’s figure finally began to take shape. A crown of black thorns. A gown of smoke. Eyes like ice. “You wanted war?” I snarled at her, my voice low and dangerous. “Then you’ve got one.” I dropped to all fours, crouched low, muscles coiled tight. And then I charged. My pack followed. And the battlefield became fire and teeth and vengeance.

Beautiful and sexy had to be an understatement when she walked in with that lingerie on. I wasn’t like the others; I’m an Alpha, not moved by the slightest of things and women, such evil weapons known to be the greatest killers of men. They are more effective than poison, and I must say, they rupture every part of your organ till you can’t breathe no more. “Check out her background for me.” Gemy saluted. He has drawn the arrow out of his legs and has found a way to remove the wolfs bane from his body. He didn’t waste time heading out the door; the fear of getting hit was quite terrifying.

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

And also saw the army brought by Alpha Darren, which was all the animals that inhabited this hill. A very rare gray furry wolf with dark black eyes, that was Alpha Darren's look. “Help me,” Diana said weakly. She had been pinned down, injected by something that had for some reason locked up her healing ability so that it didn't work. Diana could instantly recognize Alpha Darren's wolf form because of the same look in his eyes. Alpha Darren growled. All the animals that were with Alpha Darren approached Diana and the kidnapper. “I'll throw her off the cliff if you don't stop them all!”

I reached out, resting my bandaged hand on the stone railing, and let my mind drift down into the heavy, thumping rhythm of the deep tether. I didn't reach for Elias this time. I followed the blue chain down, across the ocean, into the founding ground, and I bypassed the high peaks of Iron Crest. I reached for the quiet, sunlit gardens of the southern sanctuary. I found her. Aria’s presence in the deep sight was no longer the blinding, combative silver fire of a Chosen warrior. It was vast. It was an ocean at twilight—calm, deep, and impossibly ancient. At seventy-three, her physical body was fragile, requiring Zane’s constant presence, but in the grid, she was a titan.