Rowen Novels & Stories

she said. Selina and Raven exchanged a look. So Selina really hadn’t imagined seeing Kendall in Blue Moon territory. But why Rowan? “I’m Rowan the Great. Welcome to my home. Nice to meet you,” Rowan said with fake confidence as he stepped forward.

The waves crashed mercilessly against the side of the vessel, and Alexandro stood at the helm, soaked to the bone, his cloak heavy with rain. His eyes scanned the endless stretch of sea ahead, as if by some miracle, Serena would appear from the mist. His wolf, Ravik, was restless inside him, growling with frustration and fear. Every second that passed without a trace of her was unbearable.

Alex POV Covering over all the details of how that little girl died. I’ve still got nothing, however the new rogue member has found herself helpful by giving us coordinates to where their pack is. We’ve been setting up plans on ways to get on the inside before they figure out we know where they are. Creed has set up cameras in the woods pointing towards their territory. They have 9 people on morning patrol and 12 at night. Weird they have more at night than during the day. The ‘king’ hasn’t come close to the line and makes me wonder if he ever leaves. Sighing I hand Ryan the photos he brought to me that he took this morning. Getting the photos helps me send them to red who researches people

Sara reported. “Hugo is at work. He works until four or five on Fridays normally,” Rocco said once we stepped outside. “Where does he work?” I asked. “A brothel near Calabogie.” “I know it,” I said, looking at Sara. “You’re free to go.” I turned to Rocco, undoing my alpha aura. We got back into the car and drove just over a half hour to get to Hugo’s place of work. I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them.

Azraiel’s Gamma, Theo was on his knees bowing in front of his mate, the Luna of the Blue Orchid Pack. Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says, “Alpha!”

I did not want to attack him, but he attacked me first, so I needed to defend myself and defend Rayne before defending myself. "I don't want to hurt you!" I shouted as I held him back from attacking Rayne, "Rayne! Run!" I looked at her for a moment as I yelled. I wanted her to be safe. I was able to recognize that type of werewolf, I knew his pack! His long grey and white fur gave me enough information about him. He was a Hutton, a banished Hutton. Huttons were naturally cruel and that meant that a banished one would be barbarous.

Rowena asked later, bowing respectfully. Rowena Hayes was a striking figure in the room, with long dark hair cascading down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mystery. She stood tall and confident, her posture exuding a sense of strength and authority. Despite the tension in the room, Rowena remained composed and unruffled, her expression betraying no hint of fear or concern. Tobias knew that he could rely on her to keep a level head and provide sound advice, even in the most trying of circumstances. Her presence brought a sense of calm to the room, and he was grateful f

I said to Titan. “Well she’s a Vampire, sooooo.” Titan howled. “Good point.” I replied. The blood was on Rowen’s door as well, and a larger puddle was protruding from underneath it. The door was large, and solid rose gold with his name, in black old english lettering across it ‘Rowen’. It wasn’t open, but I could hear rustling from the other side, and what sounded like screaming. I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain… or both.

I say outloud, but mostly I'm talking to myself. We're distracted from our conversation when the announcer starts calling the players onto the field. We quickly grab our beers and stand at the top of the seating to watch. My eyes immediately gravitate to Rowen sitting on the bench. His red hair standing out against the rest of his teammates. He's tall, probably about six – one. Tight, strong thighs and fucking amazing calves. On top is no joke either. He lifts his shirt up to wipe his face with the hem and flashes a solid six pack that I can see all the way up here. And his arms – those are some serious guns. His lily white skin makes me wonder exactly how muc

Its silver leaves turn in the wind even when there is no wind, and every time they chime a new thin green thread lights up on Rowan’s tablet. Caiden meets us at the gate. He is dirty, grinning, with a tool belt that is too big for him. “You missed it,” he says to Draven, clapping his shoulder. “Wrath let me design the water system.” Draven looks at Wrath, who shrugs. “He did math. It worked.” Wrath does not dole out praise easily. That is praise.