Arwen Quotes Novels & Stories

I enter this room with Arthur, his eyes telling me it is gonna be fine but I really hate the needles. “I’m sorry, but I really afraid to do everything with needles in it, can you please accompanying me while the doctor takes my blood?” I asked Arthur and hoping he wouldn’t reject it. “Sure, you can hold my hand if it’s too hard for you to face alone. I don’t mind” he replied without any doubt. “But please, consider Vincent’s feeling, he seems to want to help but you implicitly always reject it” he whispers. I was surprised for a moment before saying that I will not explicitly show it again.

It is silent. “Arwen.” Bo says it without laughing, though it is obvious that he wants to. “Would-” “Do another.” Oscar doesn’t bother with apologizing or asking, smiling in a way of nearly laughing and trying to keep himself relaxed. “I want to be able to keep up with you.” Bo nods, his eyes falling shut as he attempts to consider what to quote. When he speaks, it is with a deeper voice though monotone. “A day may come when the courage of men fails, but it is not this day.”

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 looked like they might crumble at any moment.

Clasping my hands around the arrow, I made to pull it out of my arm. “If I were you, I wouldn’t try that,” the rogue beside Rebecca said as he shook his head with pity in his eyes. “Jerome!” Rebecca glared at him after he spoke. “How could you say that to her? Don't tell me you’re starting to feel the mate bond?” She grabbed onto his arm, blinking her lashes at him, her lips pouted.

Arthur joined me, slipping in beside me, his body warm and solid next to mine. We lay there in the dark, listening to the sounds of the forest outside—the wind in the trees, the distant call of an owl. It was peaceful, in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt Arthur’s hand find mine under the covers, his fingers lacing with mine. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet. My heart skipped a beat, and I squeezed his hand, remembering how hard it had been for him to say those three words. “I love you too,” I whispered back, meaning it with every fiber of my being.

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

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.

"I hope our plans didn't tear you away from the loving embrace of Lady Sora." The sarcasm practically dripped from her words, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Arwyn shot me a glare, her eyes narrowing with curiosity at my sudden outburst. My hands found hers, already gripping the reins, and I closed the distance between us. "Jealous, freckles?" I teased. Arwyn scoffed, swatting my hand away as she mounted her horse. "You wish, Prince," she retorted, her voice tinged with playful defiance before she spurred her horse onward, riding out of the stables.

No- never! Tears streamed down my cheeks. I'm going rogue! 'No, no,' Arwen said softly to me to try to make me relax. 'Compose yourself. Think rationally. Even if I allowed you to hunt down that vampire, you would loose his scent at the tree lines.' 'Is this the rogue's curse?' I asked. I felt defeated as I rolled over on my back and looked upwards. 'Hardly. You're just craving vampire blood. That stuff is like heroine. You'll-'

“His name is…" Arwen was on the verge of tears. He had always looked down on Caroline, but now, at a critical moment, she was defending him. He wanted to squirrel and cry, but he could not make any noise right now. He leaned against Adrian as his body trembled. Adrian put an arm around Arwen’s shoulders. "This name is Arwen!” Shaquille said through gritted teeth. He had the urge to beat someone up now. After all, Adrian was once again trying to ruin his plans.