Rowen Novels & Stories

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

The girl. None of it made any sense. “Leader,” came a deep voice from behind him. Rowan turned slowly to see Ryan, his most trusted subordinate, standing in the hallway, his dark eyes flashing with concern. Ryan was a werewolf, most strongest, fast, and fiercely loyal. He had served under Rowan for years, and in all that time, not once had his resolve wavered. His loyalty was unshakable, and his power was unmatched, even in the park, where the strongest werewolves were revered.

Kael’s jaw tightened, but the pressure eased a fraction. I heard Lunessa’s name more than once as Markel and Rowan spoke. Each time, Rowan’s expression darkened further. Then he broke away and strode toward us. “Kael Nightborne,” he said, voice clipped. “I’m Rowan. Alpha of Ashencoil Valley.” “And you’re not pleased to see us,” Kael replied. His tone was calm, but it held an edge. His power pulled back slightly, though it did not disappear. “Did you really think you needed two dozen wolves to take me down?”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Rowen stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He had a tall, slender build and a handsome face, radiating an immense presence. He was the perfect template of a main character in a story. Xavion—who was up on the high platform—looked on, his eyes shining with excitement. He had never expected Rowen to appear in Central Region. He mused that if he could recruit Rowen and cultivate him as his successor, perhaps after he passed away, the other party could protect his family.

He murmurs, his jaw tight. I roll my eyes. “I don’t care.” Eren isn’t able to reply as Will is already back. “Enjoy yourselves.” He places a tray of tiny shots glasses in front of us. After paying him, I thank him and as he is gone to serve other clients, I smirk at Eren challengingly. I provoke him by putting the glass which is in my hand in front of his face and then I guzzle it in one gulp, the bitter liquid subdued by sweet malt flavour itching and prickling my throat.

Of all colors, why does it have to be the reds? "Keron," he took a deep breath. "Tenth Trevian Prince." Keron smiled at him. "What an honor. You know my name." "I know all the names of all those Welkins, King Trevino sent on Earth," he said. Apparently, the others took it as a cue to reveal their personality. There are five of them. To his amazement, one of them is an Earthling. He's obviously bound, though. He's Trevian's captive. Lewtant sniffed the air and smelled the scent of his former opponent on him.

I yawned, moving Melanie off me to stand and stretch. “TODAY’S TRIBUTE IS….. HESIONE!” Minos called out as cheers started. “I’ll come this time. She was in training with me to become a priestess. So she’s familiar with me.” Andromache announced, standing. “Very well.” I nodded, grabbing my ax. Andromache did her best to try and control her hair as she hurried to follow me. It didn’t take long to find Hesione.

Dominik said. Well, I guess it was nice to know that Rowen was keeping me safe, even when he wasn’t here. “So tell me, what is he like?” Dominik asked. “Who, Rowen?” I questioned. “Yes, Master Rowen.” He replied. “Well, he’s intense… Terrifying. Scandalous. Funny. Charming. Kind. Caring. Ruthless and protective.” I said. Trying to describe him with only one word was impossible. “I see.” Dominik replied, and then he opened his mouth to speak again when he stopped suddenly. He reached for me, pulling me to him just in time for some sort of huge creature to come barreling past us, teeth bared.

Zander whimpered as the burn once again intensified in my chest but I did my best to ignore it, focussing my attention on the tinted windows of the SUV. Through the windows, I watched the airport and busy streets disappear as we made our way into the forest road that led to the little town of Blackwood. Yes, Blackwood was a town and it was dominated by only werewolves. Hence, they came together to form the pack, Blackwood pack where my grandfather emerged as the first alpha. Through the tinted window, I saw the town coming into view. The SUV veered off the forest road and branched into the road that led to Blackwood. Though it was evening, the town was illuminated by the moonlight and the li