Rowen Novels & Stories

Rowan informed the driver before opening the car door and stepping outside. He could see some shadows at the top of the wall, guards overlooking the vehicle. They were in black, intending to remain hidden. To any other werewolf, even with heightened senses, they would be hard to locate. Rowan was not like any other werewolf, though. “Let us in!” He demanded. “I am Alpha Rowan of Bloody Claw, Prince of Werewolves. Alpha King Titan sent me to help!” He could see the figures turn to each other rather than to someone behind them before the portcullis started to creak, drawing upward. Rowan’s hand curled on the door handle, about to get into the car again until he saw a man strolling out of the i

She bows in reverence to the Alpha for the first time, going from the place that made her equal to the Alpha to one of submission. Raven comes down from the stage and joins Ulric, who pulls her to him and kisses her.

He could be a king on his own. “Pardon our rudeness, Miss Veronica,” he speaks politely and bowed before meeting my eyes, “I am Rowan Rozeiros.” Nolan rolled his eyes and complained, “You can't greet her like that! You're making us look bad, R.” The man named Rowan turned to him with a stern look, “Sebastian's gonna be livid once he finds out we sneaked around here.” “It was Nolan's idea,” quipped Declan. “Why am I always the scapegoat?” Nolan protested with a frown.

He was pointing the arrow at Kerrigan. The eagle was still destroying the last invocate’s face, so he was too distracted. “Rowena!” I shouted. “Nine O’clock!” I left Rowena to handle it as I ran for the invocate that was about to attack Roman and Oisin. Rowena reached for a nearby tree, and she pulled out a dark green bow and an arrow as if out of thin air. She notched the arrow and fired. Her speed was many times faster than the greatest recorded among the hunters.

Rowen couldn't agree more. "There's definitely a conspiracy, unexpectedly looking at you, he likes your blindness or likes you to rub your feet ah? There is no way a normal person would like your type. He is definitely approaching you with a purpose." Rowen gave me a precise slap on the back of the head, "I haven't seen you for so long, can't you say something I like to hear?" I didn't feel like making small talk with him, so I got back to business. "Rowen, let me ask you, did you know that Xavier, aka Williams, has a new bitch on his side?"

Finally he spoke. “I’m not sure where to begin. Actually, I do. There is something important I need to say before this goes any further. I, Rowen Druid, future Alpha of Moonlight Pack, retract my rejection of Omega Chastity Bloomfield as my mate and Luna.” Rowen said with strength, and pride.

She hated that her body reacted, a quiet awareness she could not explain or shut down. Rowen wore black tonight. Not ceremonial, not soft. The kind of clothes he wore to war councils and border patrols. His dark hair was pulled back, his expression carved from stone. He looked over the pack once, sharp and assessing. His eyes passed over her. Elara told herself she imagined the way they lingered for a breath too long.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

he started and my curiosity was pricked. He suggested that we go into the living room and sit. I nodded and waved him into the room Rai sat and Viktor poured us all glasses full of cognac. Rai downed his drink in one swallow and glanced at me. "Rowen is known as what human's refer to as a dark elf, his entire family was cursed because he fell in love with Jocelyn and knocked her up." "With Gwen, correct?" He looked surprised and nodded.

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