Arwen Novels & Stories

After several days when the pack was calm, Isabel named her cousin, Xavi, the new beta of the Pride pack. The title he rightfully deserved. He would be her right hand man and at the same time assist Dylan in training the warrior werewolves. Dylan had still insisted on being in charge of the warrior werewolves to keep him occupied and keep Fernando interested in participating in the training session which Isabel agreed to after much persuasion. She decided to take advantage of Dylan’s new position by joining in training the werewolves during her free time to stay closer to her mate. Majority of the warrior werewolves weren’t too excited about it, as Isabel’s presence made them train overtime.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

She bows in reverence to the Alpha for the first time, going from the place that made her equal to the Alpha to one of submission. Raven comes down from the stage and joins Ulric, who pulls her to him and kisses her.

“I apologize for taking so long to retrieve my grandfather’s reply.” Arawn bowed his head, his expression calm and composed. “You don’t have to apologize, my lady,” he replied, his voice filled with a sense of duty. “I understand your circumstances.” I thanked him once again, my heart filled with warmth. Arawn was a loyal and dedicated servant, a true asset to my family. I thanked him again before I left the forest, my steps quickening as I hurried home. I couldn’t stay away for too long, not with Harleen and Harlan’s expected visit.

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

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Kaeden asks I nod. “Well, I do feel great now that I’m free from Silas, but to be honest, I was given something to strengthen me enough for the ceremony, and that something is fading away.” “Something? By who?” The lady asks behind him. Kaeden turns, realising that he has not introduced me to the lady. "Avara," he says. "This is Myra. She’s one of the coven’s best healers. She’s here to help."

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.

"I don't think you do. I need her name, her bloodline, her family history, why the academy decided to enroll her, and whether anyone at this institution has checked to make sure she's not going to kill someone." "That's quite a list of demands." "It's not a demand. It's a necessity. Because if that girl is who I think she is, then the academy just made a very serious mistake." The headmistress leans back in her chair and studies me. It's the kind of look that means she knows something I don't know, and she's deciding whether to tell me. "Her name is Arwen Blackthorne," she finally says. "She arrived this afternoon from a territory up north. Her maternal bloodl