Arwen Novelas e Histórias

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;

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

"Shhh hush! My dear Delilah, can't you see I'm doing you a favor here hm?" "No, you are killing me this way. If she leaves me then I will die. I'm supposed to be in hell with her" Delilah cried in pain. "Trust me Delilah. Morgana lied to you. She's a demon and demons lie. That's their way of living in humans to the fullest. I am afraid I don't want her to exist here anymore" Raven said throwing the half eaten apple aside, rising from the seat too as she caressed the girl's cheek.

The baby wasn’t moving. _No no no no._ “ARIA!” Kieran’s roar shook the maze. “CRAWL TO MY VOICE!” I couldn’t. I couldn’t— _You’re not weak,_ he’d said in the car. _That’s war._ War. I got on my feet. Minute three. I ran. Silver sliced my arms. Wolfsbane filled my lungs. I ran blind, bouncing off walls, following Kieran’s voice. “LEFT! YOUR LEFT, ARIA!”

The stranger nodded slowly. “I thought you might.” He planted the butt of his spear against the earth. The forest responded. Trees groaned. Leaves shivered. Even the moonlight seemed brighter. “My name…” His eyes settled on Rowan. “…is Arawn.” The name struck something deep inside her. She didn’t know why. But every instinct she possessed screamed that it mattered. Arawn smiled knowingly. “You’ve heard it before.” “I haven’t.” “You have.” “No.” “You simply don’t remember.”

“Say one more word about her and I’ll…” “Kylian.” My voice cuts through the room without rising, and I don’t look away from Luke. “He’s mine.” Ainsley’s voice comes through the mindlink, filling my head, sharp and uneasy. “Arthur, the outer route is secure. If you’re going to finish this, finish it. We shouldn’t stay longer than we have to.” Standing here, it’s not helping or easing the pain in my heart. Truly, let’s end this. “Will you do us the honor?” I ask my wolf through mindlink.

I mumble under my breath. "What?" Zach sounds taken aback at my outburst, and I can't blame him, to him what I said probably doesn't make a lick of sense. "Who's Kenton, Amaris?" Glendon asks, his voice gentle. "He's…Kenton is the one who helped me through my first shift." 'Mate', my wolf yaps excitedly at the mention of his name. 'Tell them he's our mate.' No!

came his only reply and she mouthed a thank you before walking out of the office briskly lest he changed his mind. She kept drawing the length of her gown down as they walked into the hotel. Aurora was dressed in a pair of black short gown and she had a white wig on her hair while the make up on her face was heavy, right now she looked like a hot seductress who was going to be an interpreter. Why did Bigfoot make her do this anyways? She felt so lost and uncomfortable. “Hello” she greeted as she walked in front of the door, the guards standing there inspected her from head to toe before nodding and she entered inside and she wished she had not.

My answer confused him. “Celia, I know you have helped us a lot and saved me and my son from danger quite a few times. However, the witch cannot be killed even with the strength of a thousand werewolves. Her magic…I have seen it. It is not something we can fight just with claws and fangs." “I understand your majesty. I saw the memories too. So much has happened in such a short time…” He interrupted, “Yes, Arwen was thrown in the dungeons without even consulting me”

"Sir, pleeeease?" "Fine, take it," Adrian said flatly as if the object was an unremarkable piece of wood. Bucky was thrilled. Anything from Arwen was undoubtedly exceptional. He promptly stashed it away in his bag, intending to thoroughly study its purpose later. Arwen departed with Carson. Adrian glanced at the Shadow Clay beneath his feet. "What is this thing?" "Adrian, Arwen’s no ordinary person. He's very clever and often crafts incredible things." Arlo sounded somewhat envious.