King Roan The 100 Novels & Stories

It’s like waking from a nightmare only to find yourself still in it. Because we’re still in it. All around us, chaos reigns. Gods fighting Titans. Our friends scrambling—either trying to escape or free others. It’s an all-out war in the pit. Then I hear someone pounding up the stairs. “Ma! Pop! Alexander!” Rowen’s voice shouts. “We’re here, Ro! We’re fine!” Pop shouts back. Rowen reaches the dais and visibly relaxes when he sees us. “Thank the Goddess,” he breathes.

“The sooner, the better, right? We can also monitor their movements before one week is over.” “Ahem, I guess it needs to hold off, Rohan.” “Beta Rojja! Glad you're here. Please tell him it's impossible to go to the other side right now." Rohan clicked his tongue with Rojja's appearance. The two are close cousins, descended from the Bin Roshad family, known for their good looks and silver hair. Apart from their faces, what makes the difference between Rojja and Rohan is the color of their eyes.

he cautioned him. "You're just a beta. You are not of royal blood. Another king can dispose of you and appoint another beta, but I am forever a prince. No one can change my bloodline, so I suggest you respect yourself and move aside," Xander gloated. "Why don't we check to see who is more superior then?" Rojan said as his eyes began to glow a fierce shade of yellow. His fangs lengthened and his claws extended, the image of his beast flickered all over him as it shifted to the fore, only transforming half-way.

So doing what he wanted and when he wanted it was the best way to avoid getting hurt and surviving until whenever this would be over. I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts just as the curtains flipped open from behind me. Then I turned around to see it was Mr Rover, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over his new look. He was dressed in a white tuxedo that looked like it was perfectly tailored for him, and he had his hair all swept to the back. He looked so alluring that for a moment, I forgot he was holding me hostage and I found my heart racing faster the closer he walked toward me.

“By the time I am done here, he would have reached the other world.” As the light behind her disappeared, Takashi’s unequal gait walked closer, and Rose moved backwards to steady her mind for the task ahead. “Rose, is it?” Maxon tried to speak to the she-wolf, but she ignored him and slapped his face with her hair. “Your husband and Rune will soon meet in that world. I strongly think that you should join them. So that the flames of hell can burn in jealousy of your scandalous romance.” The indirect mention of Richard churned Rose’s stomach, her jaws locked to maintain her focus on the goal ahead. Then, loudly, she said, “Rune is not going to die.”

The grape vines were the raw material for the next season's wine-making, and Kash Pearson, the manor owner, changed his face. "Who are you? How did you break in?" Joanna rubbed her broken foot with red eyes. She looked at Jeffrey, choking and unable to speak. Jeffrey frowned and helped Joanna up. His tone wasn't good. "Sorry for that. Please forgive her, Kash." The words made Kash even angrier, his eyes staring dead at Joanna behind Jeffrey, sneering. "Sorry? Fine. Let her set up all these grape vines, and I'll forgive her." Joanna tugged at Jeffrey's coat corner, still not daring to look.

Not anymore. I can't run anymore. My wolf growled in agreement. Azrael’s eyes darkened with approval. Ronan studied me then slowly stepped aside. Then stand, he said. I did. And when Kael burst through the tree line seconds later eyes wild, chest heaving, power flaring. I didn’t flinch, neither was I scared. His gaze locked onto mine instantly. Relief. Desperation. Regret. All of it flashed across his face. Aria.

But before I could move, another voice cut through the air. “Enough.” The word was sharp, commanding. Both the guards froze at once. Ronan Grey Thorn. He is the proxy Alpha right now… Stepbrother of Alpha King Alexander. Roana walked toward us. He is tall and charismatic with short brown hair and a dangerous aura. Each step he took was heavy and sure; he seemed the kind of man who bent others to his will. The guards dropped their heads and moved aside as he stopped near us. “Let her through,” he ordered. They obeyed instantly.

Coming at her with speed once more she heard another voice she hadn't heard in a while "Duck Saghir!" Her heart started to race. The hunter was draining her strength and hearing Raja's voice meant one thing and one thing only, she was going to die. The hunter jerked and cracked his broken bones back in place. Her face paled as she watched. Oh shit! He is like an Ancient. He can regenerate almost instantly!