Rowaelin Scenes Novels & Stories

Ruben never saw this part of the story. “Nothing.” Brayan chose not to utter a word. He could be wrong, but it seems he discovered something which he was not supposed to do. Ruben loves Reile, and everything inside him tells him Arlet loves Ruben. Their focus shifted when Miles and Roselin entered the area. “Hi guys, where is Raya?” Miles questioned. “She is there,” Brayan pointed, making everyone turn their face. She was wearing a swimsuit, glasses, and a cap holding Arlet’s hand.

Eleanor will win any second now. But then, as the fight drags on, I notice that something is wrong. Eleanor's movements, while still deadly precise, start becoming more labored. Her breathing grows harsh. Rowena notices too. A cruel smile spreads across her bloodied face as she clumsily blocks another of Eleanor's attacks. "You cannot hold on much longer," she sneers, dark energy swirling around her like smoke. "You're burning through your very life force." Then her smile turns vicious. "Look at yourself, Eleanor."

Phoenix said with a faint smile. My eyes moved to Rowena immediately. Rowena chose that moment to act. She pursed her lips and whistled. A sweet high pitched sound came out. It was light and easy to ignore but also pleasant to the ear. I found myself enjoying the sound thoroughly. Oisin crossed his arms and huffed. Rowena stopped and laughed lightly. “Don’t get sultry Oisin. We can’t all be talented.” She said. “I’d rather look at insects.” Oisin said with crossed arms.

“No pun intended.” “No! There is no need for this at all! Hurting either Elle or Selene will not help me to fall in love with you Cherie!” Rowan yells as she aims the gun at me. My breath hitches and I shield my body. In an instant I see her eyes go towards my stomach. A look of pure evil and the next thing I hear is the gun going off. Rowan yells as he tries to block me. I see Miles and Raul charge into the room.

That fucking shewolf is busy trailing her seductive eyes down his body, moving agonizingly slow and shamelessly lingering on his muscular arms and chiseled abdomen. I squeeze my free hand into a tight fist, the urge to rip her apart almost overwhelming me. I am somehow grateful that Aunt Gaia strangely seems to be quietly holding me back right now. But nevertheless, someone should keep that rabid shewolf in a leash, or else, I will be forced to do it myself and stop her from eye-fucking my mate. I swear I won't mind— “You want a photo?” Raelin’s voice cuts through the tension in the air as he throws the taunting question at Kira.

Something written in the ley lines. — They reached a glade bathed in moonlight. Kaelion stopped at the edge. “This place remembers,” he said. Aria stepped forward. The ground pulsed. She saw visions—brief, flickering. A woman with fire in her veins. A man with frost in his eyes. A child glowing like a star. She gasped. Kaelion caught her. His arms were strong. Steady. Warm. She stayed in his arms, breath steady, heart open.

I tuned him out, placing my chin in the palm of my hand, and tapping my fingers against the tabletop. “What the hell…” Rowan’s voice dragged my attention back to the screen, where a photo of Ophelia riding Rowan flashed. He tried to quickly change it, but another popped up, this one of him nailing her against the wall of his office. The next, her on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Compared to Az or Finn, he was average at best. “I’m so sorry,” Rowan sputtered, trying to shut down the projector, but it seemed his remote had died.

Blood splattered the rocky ground as he cut down another of Elara’s warriors, golden eyes never leaving his mate. Caelan stood at the heart of the storm, moonlight threads whipping around him in a brilliant storm. His silver eyes glowed with fierce concentration as he wove healing and defensive energy together. Where his threads touched wounded northern warriors, gashes closed and fear eased — but Elara’s violet whips kept hammering against his barrier, cracking it faster than he could repair. Rowan fought at their side, blade flashing as he defended Caelan’s left flank. His movements were precise and lethal, but his golden eyes kept flicking toward Caelan with a mix of old desire and growin

James and Alen only watched Riley's departure with astonishment. As Riley had expected, Rowena was already waiting for him at the place they had designated earlier. "Your Highness, I apologize. My training ended up taking longer than I expected," Riley said sincerely. Rowena smiled, "No problem. I understand." The girl immediately took out her cell phone and handed it to Riley. Riley frowned as he accepted it. "I couldn't smuggle in the book you wanted. So, instead I took pictures of the parts related to the kingdom," Rowena explained in a low tone.

Aria's breath caught despite herself. “You know Selene,” she said. “Of course,” he replied. “She and I once served the same balance.” Rowan became rigid. “You’re lying.” The Prophet smiled thinly. “Am I?” He raised his hand. The air fractured. A vision erupted between them—raw, brutal, unmistakably real. A moonlit forest. Aria’s mother stood at its center, bleeding, defiant, silver light shining around her like a shield. Surrounding her— Council warriors.