Rowan Booktok Novels & Stories

"Three weeks ago. No note." "You mentioned you couldn't find it in the library." "I mentioned it once. In a conversation that lasted four minutes. In a corridor." "I have a good memory," Rowan said. "You have an excellent memory and you used it to find me a book I said I needed and left it without a note because a note would have made it into something and you didn't want it to be something." She held his gaze. "Is that accurate?" He looked at her for a long moment. "Yes."

Later, when the house finally settled, Jace and Miles laughing softly in the guest room, Liberty clattering around the kitchen pretending she wasn’t shaken by the grenade story, Dawson’s laughter from earlier still echoed in my chest like a rare song. He had sounded real. He had sounded like someone who might come back from the dark if enough people stood at the edge with lanterns. I washed a mug at the sink, hands moving automatically, mind elsewhere. Rowan came into the kitchen quietly, grabbed a glass of water, and leaned against the counter. After a beat, she said, calm and conversational, “He talks about you like you’re trouble.” My cheeks warmed. “Me?” Rowan nodded once. “Yeah. Like yo

They were both holding books–Rowan holding a romance novel that surprised me, and Budge holding a book on the art of battle, which I was less surprised about. "Tony filled me in, and I told Rowan. We have nothing to discuss here," Budge said without looking up from his book. Rowan looked up at me and winked. I had to hide my blush. I said nothing, instead just turning to leave and act as if nothing was happening.

CHAPTER 148 ROWAN I was curled up in the window seat of the small library alcove, the afternoon sun warming my back as I turned the pages of an old adventure book. The story was simple and comforting, full of brave heroes and quiet moments between battles, and for a little while it helped me forget the strange dreams that had been pulling at me lately. My fingers traced the words slowly, and I let myself sink deeper into the tale, breathing in the faint smell of old paper and ink.

Even offers to buy me a coffee. In the library, we browse the aisles, pulling a few books off the shelves. We choose a window table and settle down to get some serious work done. “I’m glad we were paired up together,” Rowan scribbles across his notebook. “I’ve been at the lycan university for a couple of days now and I’ve yet to meet anyone as accommodating as you.” “I’m afraid you met me on a good day,” I joke. “Seriously, I’m not as nice as you think I am. I’m actually a bitch.”

Elena turned the book so they could see the cover. “The First Luna.” “I know that book,” Kael said immediately. “I read it when I was younger.” “You say that about every book,” Rowan replied. “Because I read a lot.” “No, because you enjoy pretending you read a lot.” Kael looked personally offended. “I did read it.” “Then tell us what happened.” Kael opened his mouth, paused, then closed it again. A grin slowly spread across Rowan's face. “That is what I thought.”

Meanwhile— Rowan sat inside the infinite library. Thousands of books surrounded him. Millions. Maybe billions. Every answer imaginable. Every mystery solved. Then the voice whispered. "STAY." Rowan looked around. Then grabbed a book. Then another. Then another. Then: "You know." Silence. Then: "This is very tempting." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then he opened another book. Then froze. Immediately. Because every page was blank. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly.

"It's been gathering dust for years. If he wants to use it, let him." "It's not just using it. He's rearranging. Reorganizing. Making it his." Damian didn't answer immediately. When he did, his voice was softer than Lucian had heard in months. "Maybe it's time someone made it theirs." They walked in silence. Ahead, the corridor opened into the great hall, where the last of the day's light painted the stone in shades of gold and gray. And there, framed in the doorway, stood Rowan. He was dusted with snow, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his silver eyes bright. He was holding a small leather-bound book, one he'd probably found in the old study, and he was smiling.

I thought to myself, but suddenly, a voice whispered behind me. "What are you reading so intently, little one?" I jumped nearly a foot in the air, a yelp escaping my throat as I whipped my head around. Rowan was standing right behind me, with a playful, smug tilt to his lips. He was leaning against the bookshelf, looking unfairly handsome in a simple black tunic that showed off the corded muscles of his arms. "Jesus, Rowan! You scared the life out of me!" I gasped, clutching my chest.

My tablet also was sitting but there wasn’t much in the way of news to capture my attention away from the view. Rowan had called me yesterday from Egypt. He moved there after he found his mate. At first, I thought they might want to both step up as Beta, much like AJ and Jax did back in the day but they started to follow their own paths. Rowan was far more subdued. Taking after the bookworm side of Vale and maybe my introverted side. Reagan didn’t. Reagan was a fists first fight the world kind of girl. She stayed with Golden Moon, though she dragged her poor mate with her wherever she went.