Rowen Novels & Stories

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 is standing in the doorway, sweaty and grimy, hair standing on end. "What the hell happened?"

Rowen is standing in the doorway, sweaty and grimy, hair standing on end. "What the hell happened?"

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.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, just take care of Marline,” Both Jane and Brandondon nodded at my words, “Who is he? Asked Brandon, staring at Jyace who was silently watching us talk. “The guy who pictures Rachel carries around her phone,” Jane said, with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Wait, he is the one but what about other guys Rachel dates occasionally,” Brandon said, eyeing Jayce. “What guys?” questioned Jayce, looking at me. “I’ll tell you later, now drop me in Brandon’s house,” I said, changing the subject.

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

as if there was a portal that instantly moved them to the next place. The reason for this was that there was a magic in the place, like a curtain, that blinded everyone without exception. Thus, the place became like a secret room, known only to its owner, accessible only to the owner. Her name was Rowena. A witch whose age and how long she had lived on the edge of the Amerotha Forest were unknown. She certainly had a good relationship with the Frostholm pack, including Jemma and Kendrick. Rowena was one of the few witches who had a relationship with werewolves. They often kept their distance from each other for the most basic of

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

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.