Rowan And Aelin Novels & Stories

Jaylene Rowan gave a resounding clap with each calculated step he took forward, his gaze dark and not derailing from the scene before him. Cain slowly turned around at the sound, his feet dragging against the luxurious red carpet, his breath quickening at the sight of Rowan. Something hopeful flickered in his expression as he walked toward Rowan, “You are here, Rowan.” He is immediately stopped by Elias who stepped forward in front of Rowan, pointing a gun at Cain’s forehead, giving him a clear signal to not approach the Alpha or take another step forward.

Rowan's cool voice cuts through my sentence, causing Red and I to break apart. Red's gaze immediately focuses on Rowan's and likewise. Rowan, having no way of reading the room, walks into it without a care in the world. "I see... so you're Indigo's brother. Hello, I'm Rowan, her soon-to-be husband." Rowan introduces himself boldly. I can't help but chuckle under my breath. "You're getting married?" Red asks me, I bite down on my cheeks nervously. "Yeah. In three hours." I reply, and his eyes widen.

After Rowan had made a blood oath, Sebastian had let him leave Steinberg. After their battle, Rowan didn't dare to stay in Dramon. He had fled back to Yutaria overnight. Sebastian had never imagined that he would meet him in Mount Klane once more after so many years. While everyone was in shock, something happened that left them even more flabbergasted. Arran knelt with Rowan. "Greetings my lord, from your servant, Rowan," Rowan said.

And there, rising above it all… “You’ve got this, Eric! Finish him!” Rowena. My heart swelled at the sound of her voice. I caught a glimpse of her curly hair off to the side, her expression focusing. She wore her pristine white combat manager’s uniform today, although there was a tiny splatter of my blood on her shoulder from when I had taken that arrow for her—and I would have taken a thousand more. With her by my side as my mate and my combat manager, there was no way I could lose this fight.

I turn toward it. Rowan stands beside us, wearing a black formal shirt with the top buttons undone and a fitted matching blazer. His dark hair is styled neatly and his brown eyes are sharper than usual, warm and intense at the same time. He looks dangerously good and it is unfair how much my body reacts to seeing him. Gonalz explains, “We cannot reach Alpha Bronze.” I swallow and add in a low voice, “I cannot either.” Rowan lifts a brow. “Did he have some pack emergency last night?”

Her scent hit my nose even before I saw her. Elara. My little flower was here. "Get ready, we will leave soon" I whispered to Rowan, and he gave an understanding nod. "Hurt him; he is your enemy" he said, his tone soft, and Elara immediately charged at me as she had never seen me in her life. I dodged her attack, and the kick landed straight on Rowan's rib, a few bones crackling at the point of contact. He let out a painful howl, and I grabbed Elara, wrestling her to the ground as she wriggled free from my grasp, breaking my pinkie fingers in the process.

“But I trust your instincts. And right now, I need someone who isn’t afraid to call out the truth.” Their eyes locked again, this time not in passion, but in shared purpose. Whatever bound them—it was stronger than either of them understood. The war had begun, and Selene was no longer a secret kept in shadows. She was part of this now. As the moon climbed higher, Rowan gave his final order: “We ride at dawn.” Scene Shift: The Campfire Watch That night, they made camp just outside the war-torn village of Elaris. Smoke still rose from broken homes, and blood stained the cobblestone paths. Rowan sat at the edge of the fire, sharpening his blade, but his mind was elsewhere.

Rowen said, looking away with a faint smirk. “Don’t look at me like I’m the villain in this.” Her voice sharpened, taking on a metallic edge. “That cursed clan took everything from me. Everything I built over a lifetime. Wiping them out was the only justice available to me. And soon, I will finish what I started. Their last descendant, Aurelian, goes the same way the rest of them did.” “I’m with you.” Rowen took both her hands in his. “Whatever it takes.” “You don’t have a choice in the matter.” She said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Others studied her openly, calculating where she now fit in their hierarchy. Aven stood near the training grounds, white dress replaced with deep crimson — deliberate, bold. She did not approach Elara and she did not have to. Her stare said enough. Rowen emerged from the main hall shortly after. Their eyes met instantly. The bond surged — not chaotic now, but certain. He crossed the distance between them with measured strides. The pack parted instinctively. “Elara,” he said quietly.