Duchess Rowena Novels & Stories

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years l

I follow everyone else's gaze to the top of the hills. "Rowena? No . . . no, this cannot be true," the alpha king stutters at the sight of his mighty and wise daughter, Princess Rowena, standing tall with a bow and arrow in hand at the top of one of the hills. About a dozen men stand on the hills closest to her. I have never been more relieved to see a person. And her silhouette is breathtakingly stunning. "She tricked me!" her father mutters in panic. "The letter was fake! You're not Draco's men!"

one of the men said as Caine waved them away. Once the tent’s flap had been closed, Caine turned his attention to the girl before him. He took a deep, anxious breath and another quick sip of wine. “Hello, Rowan.” The girl looked up as her name was spoken. Her dark hair was ragged, and a single line of blood had run down from her nose and over her lips. It was clear that she must have put up a fight when the Ravennites were overtaken. She glared up at the man she had been brought before, but her expression suddenly switched to astonishment when she realized that it was no Domineer.

This was the first time Roselle saw a grey-haired Werewolf. They said that the major indicator that a Werewolf was old and ancient was their grey hair. The woman walking towards her was still very beautiful and elegant, exuding a regal aura of probably a queen dowager. Could it be that she's the mother of the late empress? "Duchess Rowena," Elijah greeted the woman and gave a deep bow to her. Roselle followed Elijah's actions and immediately did the same. She had yet to meet anyone other than Romeo and his men in this castle – not even the Duke and Duchess – so having the duchess suddenly approaching her totally caught her off guard. Was it alright for her to

If there was a second chance, could he change everything that had happened? Usher took a deep breath and shifted his focus. He narrowed his eyes on Rowena. "Who are you?" "I am Rowena, a witch who once cured you of the effects of Mireya's magic. I am also well acquainted with Jemma and Kendrick." Immediately, Usher's expression changed. "Do you... do you know my parents?" "Very well," Rowena replied with a slight grin. Her chest felt tight, so she took a deep breath to calm herself. "We've been friends for many years. We are good friends."

She hugged him. “Let me properly introduce you to the reason why.” He gently guided her to his wife. “My dear, let me officially introduce you to my aunt, Lady Paula Kalph, the Royal Doctor of our kingdom. Aunt Paula, this is my wife Magnolia Van Konigl, Duchess of Salicera.” “How do you do, Your Grace?” Paula bowed to the duchess, and even if a duchess should not, Magnolia still curtsied to her. “Please, there is no need for formalities between us, we are family,” Magnolia uttered. “I would be delighted if you called me Magnolia.”

Rowena dusted herself up, using a hand to massage her neck as she grabbed the second cup of tea from the table, and took a seat. “It's Davina,” I corrected, stepping closer to Asula. “I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important. We are in great danger in my time Asula and you are the only one that can help us,” Asula took her seat, her eyes on me as she asked. “And the dark one is called?” “Rowena,” Auntie Dearest offered, sipping from her tea. “Her favorite auntie,” Rowena's words caused Asula to glance her way, before bringing her questioning gaze at me. “And Petrova, your mother?”

Hearing the woman's screams and the mention of 'Her Grace', General Dion finally realized his mistake and hastily lowered his sword again. From start to finish, the girl who had been threatened just smiled gently while looking at them. The girl stopped as her maid was about to put on her body for her. Furthermore, the girl even introduced herself respectfully to Princess Elle. “Sorry if I startled you, Your Highness. Then, please forgive my maid's disrespect as well. I, Duchess Alison, greet Her Highness, Princess Elle. May health and prosperity always be with you.”

It is not like it would not happen in the future, so what a better way than to do it now. "It is a pleasure to fight with you again, Duchess," Gia smiled as she saw the serious expression on the face of Emma. She thought she was having a hard time now hearing the voices of the crowd. "Duchess?" "She is… a silver-haired woman… the Duchess is also a silver-haired…" "Oh my!" "She is a Luriem, a witch!" "But she is the Duchess!" "How disgusting!" "Get her out!"

Watching them approaching closer and closer to the door, according to the waiter is Rachel's house, and that's when I noticed someone walking, but I didn't try to make a move. She seems to be with a guy, everything was fine until I notice that the woman is in no other than Rachel. With her hair that had been once dyed blond now seeming to be in its original a deep shade of brown, her face clean with no makeup, she is beautiful. But, what why is she smiling with that guy, as she has never been with me for once? She was never so cheerful and frank around me as she is around this man. Who the hell is he? "Only a few days and then you'll leave," I heard Rachel say to the man in front of him.