ch 332 Altaire l
LGBT+ · winterblossom
Syryn sniffed it and wondered why the senior alchemist had given it to him. Half an hour later, the mage was sleeping soundly on a sleeping mat that Altaire had rolled out for him.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
"Ask Rowan, Syryn. And decide for yourself if you wish to yoke your fate with the man who is responsible for the suffering you endured. When you're ready for it, run away, run as far as you can from him." Syryn's mind was whirling. Had everything been a lie? "Find the necklace in your satchel and ask Salem about it. It will lead you to the man who can stand up to Rowan. And when you've found him, I will help unravel the memories that the sage could not."
LGBT+ · winterblossom
This was it, the moment she had been waiting for her whole life. She shyly glanced in Rowan's direction but he wasn't looking at her. She felt a pang of hurt that even at this moment, Rowan would not gaze her way. Why didn't he want her? If Syryn wasn't alive then he would be hers, right?
LGBT+ · winterblossom
Rowan opened his mouth but words failed him. Whether Syryn wanted him or not, Rowan would have to fight the war that was coming for them, for Syryn's soul.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
The old priest was holding a cane which he leaned his weight on. Back stooped low, he had to look up to talk to the tall blond. "They're waiting for you in the hall of blessing." The priest's gaze kept wandering back to Lucien though he was talking to Rowan.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
The anti mage just smiled and indulged the redhead. He didn't care what the child said as long as it wasn't too shocking.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
"No, let me," the mage responded, hand catching Rowan who was moving forward. "I can breathe underwater."
LGBT+ · winterblossom
Rowan had easily completed his objective. Having a week's deadline left, he went on to another kingdom where trouble was brewing. High-level demons were running around pretending to be humans. They had even infiltrated the ranks of the nobility. Growing concerned by the movements of the demons, Rowan had tracked down a slippery one whose power enabled it to reflect damage back to the attacker. In the process of killing the demon, Rowan had received a cut lip. But he wasn't going to tell Syryn about that.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
ch 307 A sunny day for a gloomy affair
LGBT+ · winterblossom
ch 0 3 Prologue 0-3
LGBT+ · Rune_Williamson
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LGBT+ · Rune_Williamson
When he asked Rowan about it, the blond told him that Artemus hadn't liked something about the fish and had casually mentioned it to Rowan. Syryn thus asked Artemus about it and the dark-haired anti mage replied that the fish had smelled too pungent. He had a very good sense of smell and so his nose was overpowered by its fishy scent.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
"The elves. But they won't find us."
LGBT+ · winterblossom
The anti mage was speechless. His confused blue eyes blinked at the mage like he wasn't sure what to say.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
Rowan was certain that the dark-haired mage had faked his death today. There were too many questions bothering him at the moment. Where was Robin? How and why did Artemus get caught? Why had Bella searched for Artemus if the anti mage had been keeping a low profile and searching for Syryn?
LGBT+ · winterblossom
The mage stared at Rowan's unearthly face. Wasn't Syryn a bee attracted to Rowan's honey? Rowan wasn't saying it but he had his own suitors. Syryn was sure of that.
LGBT+ · winterblossom
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He kept the blender running for a while until he was sure that the texture was similar to a smoothie. Though, when he tried to smell it, he retched on how bad the smell was.
The Werewolf Prince is My Pet! (BL)
LGBT+ · ForeverPupa