Rowen Novels & Stories

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

“Alia.” “He doesn’t need me, and I won’t take him back.” I looked up. “If Ravenwood has to send someone, I’ll go to Frostfang.” Tears filled Maya’s eyes. “That’s the North. Rowan Voss has a terrible reputation. Everyone says something is wrong with his body and that he can barely hold his wolf form. Are you really going?” “At least he didn’t drug me.” I smiled. “That already makes him better than Kyle.” The next evening, I went to the Ravenwood night market alone.

But before they could reach him, a voice called out. “Hold on!” Priest Rowen rose to his feet. The guards froze. Rowen walked calmly toward the Kings. “What are you trying to say, Rowen?” Alpha Lucien asked. “He is indeed an Omega,” Rowen replied. Aurelian’s head snapped toward him. “But he is not from the cursed Gravefang Omega Clan.” Rowen concluded sharply. A flicker of confusion crossed Aurelian’s face. Was Rowen lying? Protecting him? Or playing some game of his own?

“Alpha Rowan must have received my message.” Almost immediately, figures emerged from the mist surrounding the cavern—wolves shifting mid-stride, shadows transforming into soldiers. Rowan stepped forward, tall and battle-hardened, his silver hair pulled back and eyes faintly glowing with power. “Kael,” Rowan greeted, grasping his forearms in a warrior’s embrace. “You weren’t exaggerating. The storm is approaching rapidly.” Kael nodded. “Thank you for coming.” Rowan then turned to Aria with a respectful nod. “Luna Heir.”

Rowen said, his face drawn into a worry. "Fear not, you'll receive a stronger Alpha wolf that would help you in winning the war you're about to fight," I assured him as I put on a facade smile. Rowen smiled as I said this, getting up to his feet. "Very well then, we would surely be back." Raven stared at me seductively before leaving the cave with her brother, proving my initial suspicion to be true. She was falling for my disguised appearance. What a fool! _____________ Rowen's POV

Rowen replied while accepting the handshake. Rowen Milton looks nothing like a grandfather, he is tall and broad-shouldered. His hair and beard are gray. Despite his age, his eyes are lively and warm, his sturdy build and dignified appearance commands respect. The only thing that could give up his age would be the walking stick he makes use of. Coupled with the fact that he was limping on one foot. I stood up and made my way to him, “Good Evening Sir, how was the journey. I hope it wasn't too stressful.”

she asked, eyes darting between us. “Not that long,” I said quickly. “Long enough,” Rowen said at the exact same time. She gave a knowing smile. “Hmm. Interesting.” I shot him a side glare. He just looked amused. “Where do you live, Rowen?” “Brooklyn,” he said smoothly. “I work downtown. Finance-related stuff.” My mother nodded slowly. “You look like someone in finance.” I chuckled. “He looks like someone in a courtroom thriller.” Rowen leaned closer. “Should I be flattered or insulted?”

Unlike Ramses, who often announced his presence with a loud groan or witty remark, Rowen's awakenings were typically subdued, giving no hint about his current mood or temperament. Rowen was an enigma, a brother whose mercurial nature made him impossible to pin down. One moment he could be charming and carefree, the next, intense and unyielding. His moods shifted like the wind, leaving me to wonder which version of him would emerge from his current slumber.

“What is your name?” “Elara,” I replied softly. He nodded. “Welcome to Moon Pack.” As we began walking, I glanced back once more, but Kael was already gone. “Who was that?” I asked, needing to fill the silence. “That is the beta,” Rhode replied. “Rowen. He is the closest to the Alpha.” I hesitated. “He seems… feared.” Rhode chuckled quietly. “Feared is an understatement. People respect him because he stands beside the Alpha King without trembling.”

He’s early—6:50. Me: “He’s here! Talk to you later!” Chris: “Couldn’t wait to get another whiff of that Summer Breeze. 😂😭” JoJo: “Go get him, tiger!” Fati: “NOT ON MY BED.” Still giggling, I put down my phone and head for the door. And there he is. Rowen looks fucking amazing. He’s wearing a rusty red long-sleeved Henley, blue jeans, and Timberlands. His hair is half pulled back, the rest flowing past his shoulders. He looks like a damn romance novel cover—zero effort, total knockout.