Rowen 소설 & 이야기

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

I said sheepishly as Rowen was giving me a strange look. I saw the darkness cloud his eyes when I mentioned Dominik. “I hate that filthy Angel… And I hate that he put his hands on you.” Rowen growled. The possessiveness was radiating from his tone. He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. “Mine.” He growled. “Yours.” I replied, trying to help calm him while the feeling of comfort washed over me.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

She left the condoms on the island and shuffled blindly into her bedroom, cursing lowly when she stubbed her toe against an table in the hallway. Once inside, she stripped and slid nude into her cold sheets, pulling her laptop from the bedside table and powering it up. She sighed contently as she typed in an all too familiar name into her search engine and waited for the results to pop up. Great, there were more news articles she thought absently She clicked on the top result and smiled when a chisled face filled her screen. It was a interview article on Kain Griffin, the co-owner of the most popular private security company in the state. The article was done by one Miss Wendy Richer for The

"My body will always preserve its heat for your jaws alone." With the morning light, Elowyn secures the services of the most lethal covenant lawkeeper in the territory, using the gold chests I harvested from my past arena triumphs. Even though my human body retired seasons ago, my treasury has yet to hit the absolute bottom. "Lawkeeper Chen, Alpha Rowan is currently absent from the den," Rowan's secretary barks, her tail stiff as she blocks the entrance to the Alpha Dominion Hall, preventing our boots from breaching the office.

"It won't remember your achievements." "It will remember a spoiled prince." "An irrational fool." "A man who lived like an insect beneath his father's shadow." Every word struck harder than a blade. Rowen's face twisted with anger. Without saying another word... He stormed out of the office. --- Outside the room... He nearly collided with Marquis Dane. Straightening his posture, Rowen prepared to receive the respectful greeting due to an Imperial Prince. Instead... Dane walked past him without even slowing down. "...Marquis Dane!"

The stranger nodded slowly. “I thought you might.” He planted the butt of his spear against the earth. The forest responded. Trees groaned. Leaves shivered. Even the moonlight seemed brighter. “My name…” His eyes settled on Rowan. “…is Arawn.” The name struck something deep inside her. She didn’t know why. But every instinct she possessed screamed that it mattered. Arawn smiled knowingly. “You’ve heard it before.” “I haven’t.” “You have.” “No.” “You simply don’t remember.”

Work of War Rowan waited in the antechamber outside the Crescent council room with his hands clasped behind his back, posture straight as a spear. He looked thinner than I remembered—road-worn, dust clinging to his boots, his dark hair wind-ruffled like he’d run half the way rather than ride. Pearl and Green Briar scents wove faintly around him, tempered by travel and caution. “Luna,” he said when I stepped in with Tristan, Osiris, Lefu, and—after a heartbeat’s hesitation—Balor. He dropped to one knee, head bowed.

A beat passed. Then Kayo laughed. It broke the tension instantly. Aki laughed too, a little incredulous. “That was the most anti-climactic magical awakening I’ve ever seen.” Remy folded over slightly, one hand on his knee. “I’m sorry, I can’t breathe.” Celeste closed her eyes for one brief second, as if choosing not to be amused against her will. Then she reopened them and looked at Rowan. “What’s his name?” Rowan checked the file. “Elias Voss.”