Arwen Novels & Stories

I closed the door again and faced her. “I will just meet Tania” We both said. She knows what my answer is because she knows what is inside of my head. My feelings and everything and it is unfair for me but I can’t do something about it. He is an archangel in disguise and it is obvious that he is higher than me. “Come and sit here,” She said. I didn’t move and I just looked at her, because I know Tania is already waiting for me.

I ask, frowning as I consider him. “Hafgan!?” The man blurts out the name in shock before he seems to gather some sort of courage and points at himself. “My name is Maxen! Maxen!” I can’t help but laugh myself sick! Is this his new game? Pretend to be mortal to make me lower my guard? “Hafgan, stop being a coward and fight me. I, Arwen, God of Annwn, demand you battle me!”

said Jones, "You are Royal elves?" Asked Gwen, "Yes, likewise Aubery," replied Serena, "We came here to protect Alstin, when we met Aubrey, we knew immediately she wasn't normal, her heartbeat exactly like ours," said Jones, Why didn't I notice all this? I have been really careless these days. Now, look where it got me. What do I do? Thought Gwen. "How were you able to identify me?" Asked Gwen,

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

There was no living creature in the mist forest and there was not a single creature in the sky realm with gray hair other than the Emperor. Ara didn't care how Aranjo could return to the Pavilion, the important thing was that this time Aranjo was fine. Ara is sure it looks like Aranjo is protected by the Guardian of the Fog Forest, of course because Aranjo is a good girl. "Don't come out of the pavilion for the next few days!" ordered Ara. She was sure that the Wind Goddess did not expect Aranjo to return so quickly and without any injuries. Of course that was the reason for the wind Goddess daring to send Aranjo to the forest of fog, but Ara was also unsure if the night God would stop his w

Jeremy chirped in taking a slow deep breath. Arthur merely said a word. He has been restless ever since the revelation of his mate. Seeing her up close as she slept after being captured, he thought he could find a reason to accept his fate. Just one enough reason. But the more he thought about it, the more he stared at her face, it only reminded him of the pain his clan had been made to go through from her people and it only enraged him. He had run a search on her with his computer but found nothing on her. Her identity seems to have either been well hidden for some reasons he couldn’t tell or just maybe because she was that irrelevant to her society.

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

Another teeth rattling blast of magical implosions tore over the ceremonial courtyard, blinding azure shockwaves blanketing our sacrosanct inscriptions and geometric harmonics blanking our sanctuaries. Whipped around, I saw Jasmine already in motion, eyes flashing like twin red supernovas as she gathered the teenage Arwen into a close, protective configuration. Her power seemed to inspire similar aural ignitions in the other fled glows it radiated with such soul scorching intensity.

she retorts, before sauntering away, hands still clasped behind her back. "Wait," I call after her, my curiosity piqued and a grin tugging at my lips. "I never got your name." Halting in her tracks, she turns to face me, a playful glint in her eyes. "Arwyn Barcour," she says simply, her voice tinged with mystery, before vanishing into the crowd. I watch her disappearing form with a mix of fascination and intrigue, taken by her boldness. However, my thoughts are abruptly shattered as I realize my dagger, the one belonging to Nerys, is missing from its sheath.