Elowen Novels & Stories

They pretty much only gathered together when they needed to address any major issues or vote on a possible change in our laws. The elders for the South West, or Fafnir's territory, were Adrian and Glaurung. Both of them had tanned brown skin. Adrian was short and leaned, and had dark brown hair with red eyes, while her mate was taller, well built, and had brown eyes and black hair.

She would appear with friends as if it was enough seeing her face but also B****** that were notorious for causing trouble that most often resulted in violence. On this particular day Capri was stepping off a ladder onto the counter doing her cig scan audits. This ugly troll decided it was a smart idea to pull on her combat boot strap causing Capri to stumble backwards and injuring her elbow. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Ella as Taurus had her stored in his phone called her a “home wrecking bitch!” Capri…. Maybe I’m overthinking, but wasn’t I the one in a relationship with him for years since high school or was I a delusional twenty-one year old that made it all up.

The projector flickered to life, displaying images of a stone entrance adorned with ancient engravings. "This is the newly discovered entrance of an ancient ruin," Marshal Barns began, his tone grave yet tinged with excitement. "We believe this was once the tomb of a prominent figure, though we have yet to ascertain their identity. However, speculation suggests it may be the final resting place of the legendary swordsman Cyrus West, also known as the Right-hand General of Prince Egon. We discovered this ruin near a city called Frostlake. The door is an the base of a mountain called the Atlas peak."

The atmosphere had suddenly gotten so dense as we stared at each other quietly. “You know this past year I've gone through a whole lot to be even freaking out about this.” I muttered in a low tone. “Elsa Oppenheimer, I believe you’ve so many puzzling questions to ask, but I can’t answer them all. Forgive my manners, I am Ser Brownwell Samson. I'm from Estonia.” He said almost proudly. Ser Brownwell was a huge person and it goes without saying that Estonia and Andovia produced the largest and smartest werewolves. They were pretty much better in all ramifications.

one of the elders snapped. “It’s a new era, old man. My game, my rules.” These were the elders who were loyal to Leo. They would rather die than join hands with me. And I would be so grateful to carry out their wish. “There are procedures to the Throne. Alpha Leonardo is still alive. And he is the authority,” Another stupid old man spoke.

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"

I asked him and could see that Elana was shocked that he knew too. “Olivia, do you know how many lifetimes I have lived with the full memory in my head? Trust me, I can smell some things from a thousand years away” he said, with a smile on his face and turned his attention to Elana, “Elana, I want you to know that I, Olivia Augustus Mate, the Great Lycan king and Uniter of the wolves and all life forms accept you as her Ace Guardian wolf” Augustus said just as Elana began to glow.

I counted five figures total, their appearance carrying an unusual quality I struggled to fully categorize — humanoid, certainly, but with an ethereal, almost translucent edge to their movements that suggested something considerably different from any Lycan, wolf, bear, or even Migroir we'd previously encountered. The lead figure, appearing older and carrying obvious authority among the group, stepped forward and offered a formal, careful bow. "Thank you for honoring our request," she said, her voice carrying a musical, unfamiliar cadence. "I am Elowen, speaking for the Farlands' council." "I'm King Caleb Lake," I said, matching her formal tone. "This is Queen

“I take this terrifying Lunaris Omega as my mate. Equal. Terrifying. Necessary.” “Good,” Soryn said briskly. “If either of you breaks that, you’ll answer to me first.” She stepped back. Daire looked at Elowen. “Lady Elowen Lunaris‑Vhaloren,” he said, letting the name roll out into the crowd where whispers could catch it, examine it, and normalize it. “Mate. Luna. Partner. Co‑Alph—” She elbowed him lightly. “Don’t you dare invent new titles,” she murmured.

He said, referring to the combat that happened minutes ago. “Ofcourse,” the corner of Father's lips curved up. He directed his hand to the both female wolvens beside Alpha Reuel. “And this is the Skylarron’s Luna, Elena and their daughter, Stella.” “Pleasure to meet you, Oliver” Elena waved her hand to stop me from bowing my head to her. “I must say the description about your…beauty do not do you justice.” I faked a smile, hoping it doesn't come out as awkward as I felt. Elena wore a smile that brightened her face warmly. Her dark hair was swept to the back, braided and held with pins. “The pleasure is mine, Luna Elena.”