Rowan Whitethorn Fancast Novels & Stories

Even if that were really not the case, just let me fantasize. Let's go back to Rowan. I approached him and checked on him. "He is badly injured. Please bring him to the hospital." I said. Rowan's ribs are fractured, and his left leg was twisted. I can't even see his fearless, good-looking face. My gosh! Why does Winston have to ruin such a face? If only I could showcase my powers, I would have already healed him and restored his handsome face. "I'll take him, boss."

My eyes were locked entirely on the end of the aisle, where Rowan stood on the raised steps of the altar. He looked like a god of war carved from granite. His broad shoulders were clad in a tailored black tuxedo, his shirtsleeves hiding the brutal scars I had traced in my mind a thousand times. He didn't look at the Council. He didn't look at the hundreds of high-born omegas who were watching him with terrified envy. His slate-grey eyes were fixed entirely on my face, tracking the slight, frantic tremor of my lips and the heavy, ragged rise and fall of my chest beneath the lace.

She hummed, “It’s good.” “Yes, she missed you, Wife,” I smiled. “Rowan sent me a couple of pictures. She was playing with Vaughn and their white tiger.” Her brows raised as the word white tiger landed. So, I explained, “Yes, Rowan actually has a real white tiger. Initially, he brought it for his son for a couple of days, but then he let him keep it.” Her expression was one of awe, but she soon recovered, “I missed you, Raven.”

Rowan said firmly. She straightened slowly, icy resolve in her tone. When there was no response from behind her for a while, she grew curious and slowly turned around. Then, she froze completely, as if struck by lightning, standing rigid in place. Tears still clung to her pale, flawless cheeks, glistening under the light. Rowan's beauty was like a white flower from the mountains, pure, pristine, with a touch of fragility. She loved wearing white dresses, which gave her an ethereal quality.

"Pretty girl, your voice is pretty too. Why are you wearing a face veil? Take it off and show me your face?" The Beauty in White chuckled. "My voice is pretty, but not my figure?" "It's pretty too! So pretty, even Scarlett Johansson can't compare to you!" Rowan praised like a pandering dog. "Your face must be even prettier. Can you show me?" The Beauty in White's gaze was gleeful as she looked at Rowan. "You're behaving like a dog now! You want a look? Sure. But I'll let you know first that there's a price to it. I want a finger from you!"

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

His hair is parted on the side, giving him the aura of a dark hero. “Hi Willow,” he smiles broadly. “Can I have the next dance?” Then he seems to notice the guy I’m with and straightens his already straightened frame. “Hello Aiden.” “Hi,” Aiden responds smoothly, but then, I feel the way he wounds his arms tighter around my waist. “I’m sorry but have we met before?” “We haven’t. But I’ve heard of you. Don’t know how well you know it but you’re famous on campus. I’m Rowan. I transferred to the lycan university a little over a month ago.”

Another lunged from behind, I caught it midair, crushed its neck, felt nothing. Fiona fought beside me, silent and deadly. Through the chaos, Gwen knelt by the shimmer, her hands pressed to the ground. Blood dripped from her palms, and the veil pulsed brighter. “She’s holding it open,” Fiona shouted. “For him!” “No,” Gwen gasped. “I’m holding it *back!*” Then the air split again and Rowan stepped through. He looked almost calm, robes torn, eyes black with power. “Son of Whiteclaw,” he said. “Still chasing ghosts.”

he says again, waving us off. “I like thim, a lot. He’s just what Harlow needs and maybe us too. While I have my mates I really don’t have anyone that’s just… a friend. Someone who doesn’t want anything from me anyhow,” Rowan says, again with awe on his face. I raise my eyebrow at that as Dante sits back on his butt, cocking his head to the side. *I hate that he doesn’t have a wolf who can just spill his guts to me,* Dante whines.

Sean nearly killing Rowan Whitmore publicly and now the internet knew the truth too. Rowan Whitmore and Shannon Nolan were divorced. Not only divorced, messy, painful and humiliatingly public. So naturally, the sight of Rowan sitting inside Vale Group this morning confused everyone. Especially after the full mall footage leaked overnight. Two assistants standing near the reception desk whispered quietly while pretending to organize files. “Isn’t that him?” “The one from the video yesterday?” “The same one.” One of them glanced toward Rowan again before lowering her voice further. “I still can’t believe he slapped Director Shannon publicly.”