Rowan Whitethorn Quotes Novels & Stories

Silence filled the room. "I trusted you more than anyone." Mrs. Whitmore opened her mouth but no words came out. Because what could she even say? That she did it because she thought Shannon wasn't good enough? That she wanted someone more suitable? That she believed she knew what was best? None of those excuses sounded good anymore especially after seeing what it cost. Meanwhile Rowan looked away from her completely. "I don't want to hear it." Then he walked toward her. Mrs. Whitmore's heart jumped. For a second she thought maybe he would calm down, maybe he'd finally listen.

“If I’d stayed in Bloodthorn. Let them sign the contract, or sell me quietly. If I’d just… accepted it. Would those villages still be standing? Would those people still have their homes?” He watched me. “Am I the spark they’re all bleeding for?” I asked. The words tasted like ash. Rowan pushed off the frame and crossed the narrow space between us, dropping onto the ledge opposite. He tapped his knuckles gently against my forehead. “Stop that,” he said. “Stop what?” I asked. “Setting yourself on fire to keep everyone else warm,” he said. “You’re not that powerful. None of us are. Their greed lit this blaze, not your existence.”

Ivan “More than anything I don’t want lose you Ivan, it’s funny but you have served the purpose of a father figure to me” Rowan said holding my shoulder “Same here Rowan, you’ve been everything for me …. Aside pussy though” I chuckled “Horny fucker” he said laughing

“You believe you barging in on Blackfang territory like a raging goddess is the best course of action?” “Are you saying that I just go in and grovel?” she shot back. Rowan smirked, his scar glinting silver from the moonlight. “I’m advising you use that oh-so-smart mind of yours before you get yourself whacked.”

They slowly began to speak up against him, their voices high and topping the roof. "We're the ones who can decide our destiny as it is, " onw of the warriors, Thorne, his beard thick and bristling with indignation. "We'd win this one for Alpha Rowan," he paused, turning to me and whispering. "Just say the words Alpha Rowan, just say the words."

“But if we both have egos, there’s still one big difference between us.” His eyes narrow, waiting. “I have the power to back mine up.” By my command, a crow lands on a nearby window. It taps the glass with its beak and caws, letting us know it’s there. Then another perches beside it, its eyes locked on Rowan. Roawn’s mouth twitches. “Your day will come.” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “One day, everyone will see you for what you are.” “Oh? And what is that?”

He was disappointed. “To the ends of the earth, this fight for my heart beat, my bombshell will never cease till nature solely terminates it. I would fight with everything. . ." Rowan's subconsciousness established, etching it like a tattoo with tomato red in his head and on the surface of his chest that he may stare into the mirror every blessed day of his life and see it, never to be forgotten, till the race ends with him being declared as the merited champion, a man of extraordinary accomplishment. “You are playing with fire Will. You are stepping on the tail of a wild dog,” Rowan unwaveringly said.

Rowan offered a kind smile on my behalf. “Too bad he’s too of a spineless coward to stick to his instincts.” I spat acidly. Rowan drew back at the venom in my voice and I sighed wearily, rubbing idly at my throbbing temples. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you.”

"Get that needle away from her, or I’ll feed you your own heart," Rowan roared. He tried to lunge from the bed, but his legs folded beneath him like wet paper. The detox had saved his life, but it had left him hollow, a warrior without a sword.

Words they said, on their own, wouldn’t restore you, however, when you find your own words, they will truly restore you, the little spark Rowan Mikhail, searched for had finally come, and it was a joy to behold. “You’re not real sister”, Rowan Mikhail said quietly, rising up to his feet this time. “You’ve said that a thousand times brother, doesn’t your lips weary you? She said, her fingers on her lips, “Well this time, I’m asking you to leave quietly.”, he said.