Novelas y relatos de Rowan And Aelin

Her eyes flared gold, flames flickering across her skin. “No, no, Elsa. Stop.” I touched her arm. “Ignore her.” The fire died. She smiled like nothing had happened. “She’s still bitter after all these years? Get used to it, you did steal her husband.” Velin’s lips twisted. “No. Your whore sister stole my mate.” “Enough!” Rowan’s bark shook the air. “Velin, that’s not how we welcome a guest.” She rolled her eyes. “My love, come sit by me,” Rowan said.

“And that he’s waiting for something.” “For what?” Rowan doesn’t answer immediately. I feel a subtle shift inside my chest. Tension. The bond is tightening like it’s reacting to something neither of us has said out loud. “The blood moon,” he says finally. There it is. I nod once. “We knew that.” “Yes,” he says. “But he knows it too.” “He always did.” “Yes,” Rowan agrees. “But now he knows where you are. What you are. And what you’re becoming.”

His eyes were cold when he said that. “But when can we do? Rowan is the alpha of this pack and if he doesn’t want to marry Vivian anymore then there is nothing we can do.” His eyes got colder, more distant. “I don’t care who Rowan is, he was supposed to marry Vivian before she disappeared. She is back now, and he needs to honour that promise.”

“They’ll have to face both of us.” Rowan smiles faintly, a mixture of relief and warning. “Yes,” she agrees, voice steady. “But first, we need to understand them. See their shadows before they see ours.” The wind shifts, carrying the faint scent of smoke from a ridge beyond. Rowan’s fire tingles with a warning. She steps forward slightly, hand brushing against Azeriel’s, and feels his response, a mirrored heartbeat of heat. They are in sync, ready, and yet the uncertainty gnaws at the edges of their resolve.

I forced my hand to lift from his chest and moved further, caressing his cheeks with my all might. Entire energy was drained, and I was gathering my all last bit of energy just to feel him for the last time. It is not known if it will last. But I want to see him until my heart is satisfied. I never felt the mate bond, but at least I was fortunate to have a mate. “Aylin, I won’t let happen anything to you.” Rowan said, closing his eyes and a lone drop of tear escaped. He was getting blurrier than before, and his sound lighter.

The king’s jaw was set in a hard line, every muscle tense and ready for the next attack. Rowan rode a few lengths behind, his blade still drawn and stained with the blood of Elara’s scouts. His charismatic mask had cracked slightly during the skirmish, revealing the conflicted man beneath. He kept glancing at Caelan, the old hunger mixed with something new — calculation, perhaps even regret. “The pass is only a few hours ahead,” Rowan called out, voice carrying over the sound of hooves. “Elara will be waiting. She won’t come alone. If she truly believes the bond is corrupting the land, she’ll try to force the ritual on the spot.”

Pete asked, going straight to the point, and I swallowed, beads of sweat gathering on my forehead. “Yes, I would like to introduce you to my girl, Raya,” Rowan said with so much pride that my heart almost burst. He was full-on beaming, while his friends were the opposite, ridges forming in their foreheads. But before they could ask questions, I stood in front of Rowan, smiling. “We already know each other, but my name is Raya, and I look forward to a day where we can all run together as wolves.” Their brows furrowed, confusion flickering across their faces before their eyes widened in realization, and seconds later, their jaws hung open.

Kael took a step closer to him. “No.” Damon shook his head. “You don't understand.” “Then explain, let me understand.” “The seven packs have agreed.” “Agreed on what?” Damon looked at the newly opened staircase. “They believe Rowan is the key.” “To what?” Damon swallowed. “The gate to Aurelis.” I felt my blood run cold. “That gate is not here.” Damon looked at the glowing mark on Kael's palm. “It is now.” Kael turned to the staircase. The darkness below seemed to move.

As his fingers caressed her chest where the wound was, she felt that really undeniable feeling which was causing her hormones to flow in a direction where she doesn’t wished to. “Ok, you have seen it enough now stop looking anymore and put that thick cloth out of my hand”. Since she wasn’t looking at him, she didn’t knew how sad his expression was while seeing his wound and then she gasped with quite a wild goosebumps when he kissed her near her wound and then on her neck. … “Its been a while, Ms. Aili… or should I call you Queen?” after throwing a bucket of water on Aili to wake her up, an unknown woman with a mask covering her face said.

Someone was standing just beyond the circle of stones. Watching them. Moonlight caught silver hair beneath a dark hood. Arawn. He stepped forward slowly, his expression unreadable. “I wondered…” His eyes settled on Rowan. “…if the stones would remember you.” Rowan wiped her face. “You knew this would happen.” “I hoped it would.” “You’ve been testing me from the beginning.” “No.” Arawn’s voice was calm. “I’ve been protecting you.” “From what?” His gaze shifted beyond the clearing. Not to Fen.