Aaron Lycan Fanart Novels & Stories

Damien the other one also growled out, “Yes, we are well stocked.” Their Gamma Thomas also replied with his mate Demi standing next to him too. “Can you both relax, we got this.” Ariel sated while walking in the room to her mates to calm them. Her parents old Queen Stacy and her father old Werewolf King Lucas also followed behind. They were both distraught for their other daughter Nia and their son in law, the Lycans. Stacy had even tried to go there and remove the spell having magic powers herself, but it was just too powerful to break.

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

I hated to break it to her, but not only was I considered a top, dominant Alpha, I was also a Lycan, petty magic that made my uncle bleed most certainly won’t work on me. “I don’t want to do that and as a matter of fact, I’m not going anywhere.” I declared and stepped closer, ignoring the fact that she was trying to push me away. “Zane,” She called out in a warning tone, taking a step back. She raised her hand, intending to put them against my chest, but seconds later, she glanced down at her hand and quickly lowered them. I took the chance and closed the gap, taking her by the waist and pulling her closer.

Alex said. Lucas say nothing but looks at the alpha who feels so unhappy about himself. He never knew that he is, always envious of Alex personality. Sooner or later, he will be the lycan of the realm which no other werewolf will be able to challenge. He finally understands why Alex parents sent him to the human world without backup or any special treatments. It was for Alex to find himself and build himself to be more powerful. A lycan did not have to be a person with self pity eating him up like someone eating up a burger but a solid rock. The lycan hold a lot of hope of the others in the realm on his shoulders which is why such people aren't given much special treatment but tough ones.

Darren shifted out of instinct, his legs turning into hinds of a dastardly dangerous bipedal beast. In a matter of minutes, Darren turned into a man-wolf, appearing dominant and awry... A vivid painting of a legend, a myth told over centuries of existence. The first generation of the cursed race of moon howlers... A true Lycan! He nimbly lept on a wall, causing a loud bang and climbed the building to the top with his sharp claws. The walls sustained marks, causing several bricks to break in and fall, but Darren didn't mind. In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality.

Julian sat alone in his office, the early morning sun spilling across Kaelani’s file. His gaze lingered on the line he couldn’t let go of: Origin: Lycan. Secondary Origin: Unknown. His thumb brushed the edge of her photo, that grainy image of a too-young girl with storm-gray eyes. “What are you?” He whispered.

I responded. I dragged my butt to the light and I couldn’t express my emotions because I wasn’t sure if I was happy or sad. Alpha Liam kneeled in front of the dungeon cell, his face pushed away from the iron door. His strong smell lingers around the entire place, carrying an aura that even Alpha Lance doesn’t have and it won’t go unnoticed that he is a Lycan. Lycans are allergic to iron and it doesn’t take a minute for them to burn under the touch of iron.

He laughs in a demonic manner. “What girl?” I hear Blake growl. I didn’t know she was here, I slowly peek out from under the table and look through the cell window. I see Lance, Axel, Mav, Tucker and Blake surrounding an unfamiliar Lycan male. This male looked almost rogue. He had long knotted brown hair, a burn scar across his face that still looked like it was healing, and eyes that were fading between yellow and blue. His Lycan wolf was fighting him for control. “The girl that will fetch us a fancy ransom. I hear she’s fresh for plucking!” He wiggles his eyebrows and I don’t like what he is implying.

“Look around! We’ve lost everything. She shouldn’t be here. Carrying his child doesn’t change that. What message does that send Lucian when we let his murderer walk among us?” Draco’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “She is Ronan’s mate. That alone makes her one of us. And by Ronan’s blood, she will be protected.” “She’s a lycan,” Aaron spat again. “An abomination. She should’ve died with him.” “For your sake,” Draco warned, voice heavy with threat, “walk away. If she is harmed, it will be your corpse we lay at the Goddess’ feet.” Aaron’s jaw worked, eyes sweeping the crowd. No one spoke up for him. Yet, I saw it in their faces—the agreement, even if unspoken.

"The stocks are falling daily, there is no standard reason for why? Tell us what is happening to the company." Reporters asked various questions about Lycan who was climbing out of the car, Lycan is the son of Mr. And Mrs. Dennison and the elder brother of Sophia and Alice. He had blue eyes as Alice did and also beautiful facial features, his hair was dark in color making him stand out from the rest people in his family.