Roxana Webnovel Novels & Stories

I'm the only one who has the right to touch her; anybody else dies. Her feet step forward, and she sits at the edge of the bed, causing her crop top to rise slightly. She quickly pulls it down. But I already see it— a long scar just below her left breast. The image of Marco beating her, forcing himself on her, slips into my head. The glass in my hand cracks a little, but Roxana is completely unaware. “Are you listening at all?” “ Nope. You f*cking talk so much I think my ears are going to bleed soon.”

I added. Cora stepped even closer. “You are underestimating him,” she said quietly. “He was always weaker," I replied nonchalantly. “So were you, and look who you are now.” That made me pause. She took another step. “Marcus took over the southern rogues—wolves who hated anything that looked like order, a hungry set of wild wolves... unified by one man, under his authority, he leads them.” I bit my tongue, tasting blood. “You’re not the only one who found strength in pain, Lev.”

~ Anyssa's Pov ~ I clung to the sheets as soon as Ronan stood up. Those were the best hours of my life. “I need to shower,” he said. He kissed me and strutted off to the bathroom. A notification popped up on his phone, and I turned toward where it lay. ‘Unknown number: How many more times do I have to beg you to be mine? Yet you're probably in bed with that psycho who can't even remember her own memories or the fact that she's a murderer.’

Roxen's story is not very beautiful that we say and on the one hand I understand it, before acting in this way, he was the sweetest person on earth everyone in the pack loved and respected him, he loved with all his being Alix a girl from the city werewolf Chimera at last, but born in the middle of the city, his love was unparalleled, from both sides could easily be noticed. Its great that term in tragedy, a day I've got to Alix to the nearby mountains to the area of the forest where we live, it was assumed that they would be there until the end of the sunset, but, before that became a group of wolves outside of our clan in front of the eyes of Roxen arrived, and after capturing Alix was tor

Pandora said but before she could finish Elora opened the door and Greskin pounced on her, slamming her to the ground and breaking her spinal cord. Elena and Arina shrieked and ran away while Pandora remained and watched in shock as the wolf started to whimper and try to lift Elora with its paws. Elora couldn’t move, she just shed a tear and said to a panicking Pandora, “it is okay,” then she faced her wolf and her eyes turned white as she started speaking a language Pandora was not familiar with. The wolf seemed to understand and it rested its head on Elora and while she winced at first, she started to smile because she had instructed it to pass some energy to her. The more it gave energy t

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

Victoria smiled—fangs glinting, blood-tears shining. “Raven.” Raven shivered—delighted, overwhelmed. “Again.” “Raven.” Raven laughed—fuller this time, freer. Victoria pulled her close once more. The knights watched—silent, reverent. The rift was closed. Time had been stolen. But sound had been given back. And Raven Winterstar—necromantress, scion of Death, princess consort of Valros—heard the world for the first time in years. She held Victoria tighter.

"I want nothing except to satisfy my curiosity and perhaps introduce myself properly to the lady who may very well tip the balance of power in directions none of us have fully anticipated. As for how long I have been observing, let us simply say long enough to appreciate her natural talent and note several interesting techniques that suggest her mother was far more than the retired Luna playing at human domesticity." He turned his full attention to Aria, and she felt the weight of his regard like physical pressure against her consciousness. "Aria Vale, marked Lun, and apparently bearer of a bloodline gifts that run deeper than most. I am Ronan Draxen, Alpha of the Western Reaches and someone

The bond was breaking — and so was he. Lady Dana’s eyes gleamed. “Ah,” she sighed. “So it’s true.” Victoria fought to get up, wrenching her broken body forward. “What’s true?” Lady Dana didn’t take her gaze off Kenzo as he shredded another wolf like he was paper. “The monster that they said he would be,” she said. Kenzo wasn’t stopping. Morag to his right, the darkness spreading — his aura expanded and swallowed.

A counter by the wall had hot and cold drinks, but I just had black coffee. Suddenly, a beautiful younger image of Agatha walks in like she owned the place. Stopped in front of me with a frown, crossed her arms, and tilted her head, “Hello, I'm Anna, the Alpha and Luna's daughter," she said. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" She tried to look serious, but she just looked completely adorable. I stood up bowed respecting her title, but she waved her hand. "No need for that." I smiled warmly, “I owe it to a princess. To answer your question, my name is Ronan Thorne, and I'm here to find out what made my mate sick, to avoid it in the future.”