Aaron Lycan Fanart Novels & Stories

Shadowed figures, agile and precise, their weapons glinting with blackened steel, intent on chaos and death. "Ready?" Ronan asked, shifting into his full Lycan form. Towering, silver-gray fur rippling, claws like blades, teeth gleaming. Heat radiated off him, predatory and protective. "Yes," I said, shifting alongside him, wolf instincts roaring to life. My bond surged, the triplets' energy weaving through mine, amplifying my speed, reflexes, and raw strength. I was no longer just Aria—I was Aria, the mother of prophecy, bonded, unstoppable.

The Lycans that hadn’t been killed had fled into the night, leaving the clearing littered with the bodies of the fallen. Arianna, still in her Lycan form, stood at the center of it all, her chest heaving as she surveyed the aftermath. Blood stained her fur, but she felt no pain. The power of the amulets had given her strength, had made her something more than she had ever been before. But the cost of that power weighed heavily on her. She looked over to where Xavier, now back in his human form, stood beside Fang’s lifeless body, his expression grim. Aurora was howling in her head, her eyes filled with sorrow

Especially old scrolls and when I have been in the field for King Aaron I have heard a lot and noticed a lot. “I forgot to ask, do you have the tattoo of the White Lycan and Black Lycan in the shape of yin and yang?” I ask Ricky. “Yes on my left neck above my heart” He called out as he sat down. “Perfect this will work, repeat after me Ricky and watch what the magic of Lycan blood can do also you need to shift at the end and use your claw to cut your palm then lay it face down on the symbol there ok” I said clapping my hands together.

After dressing up in that normal expensive suit of his, Lycan stood before the mirror to admires his good look. With his dark hair cut short and styled in a casual waves. His lips plumped and kissable, naturally red and his eyes, that of blue color staring back at him, Lycan Knows there's more to him. He just couldn't remember. He was still before the mirror when the incoming footsteps get to his hearing. " Lycan ? " His mother opens the door and walks in. " What are you staring at in the mirror Lycan? The doctor advise you to keep away from it "

Dom reassured him with a warm smile. With a nod, Xiher followed after them as they led him through the spacious hallway, decorated with more paintings on both sides. A painting caught his eyes and he paused to stare up at it. It depicted what appeared to be a scene of the forest, the full Moon was in view, illuminating the whole scene and reflecting the trees in a beautiful silver hue. And standing on a rock the giant Lycan, with burning red eyes, howled to the Moon. His mouth opened and he stared at it in awe for several minutes and in his heart, he knew that Lycan, whoever he might be, was in no doubt his Alpha.

Alexander's punch made Aaron stagger back, his eyes wide with fear as he gazed up at Alexander. He roared, "I gave you one simple order. Not to let her out of your sight!" Aaron looked disoriented as he tried to stand up. His eyes darted towards me before returning to Alexander. "I don't know—” “Silence!" he spat, his fist clenched. “Levi! Take him to the dungeon and release the Lycandise.” More gasps echoed around us. Fear gripped my chest. The Lycandise are lycans, but in their true forms, as beasts. Just like werewolves had wereling. But Lycandise are 10 times bigger and stronger.

*LYCIA* “Mate.” That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself. He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

The floors were a black marble tiles and the walls were painted fully white with golden spiral stairs leading to the floor above us. Multiple paintings of werewolves hung on the wall and the scent of Jasmine and lavender filled my nostrils. I noticed they were coming from the scented candles in certain parts of the room. I found Lycan sitting on one of his black leather sofas, a glass mug in his hand, his eyes fixed to the laptop on the glass table in front of him. The voice coming from the laptop made me realise he was having a video conference.

A lycan was a lot fiercer and their lovemaking was much more passionate than ordinary werewolves or even alphas. So, I was surprised at his ability to hold himself back despite his shaft wanting to bury inside of me. “Are you wet for me, Celia?” He asked and I saw the golden flecks return in his eyes. That was a sign he was also affected by me. He was punishing me but I felt he was punishing himself as well by going slow and restraining himself. And, that only made me want more of him. The golden flecks in his eyes grew darker as I answered, “Y-yes”

I shrugged, "Well, my sister brings me books to read and I kind of call him whenever I have questions so I am pretty confident in your culture now" Traian wanted to deliver some books about Shifters to my sister and pack it for me because I still didn't tell him my address for the past two years but I refused. I am afraid someone might have opened those books and read the contents. I don't want to risk anything. Instead, my sister brings the books she has to their house. That's what I read and I finally know about Traian being a Lycan. I still find it hard to believe that I am mated to a Lycan—a superior kind from Shifters. They are stronger, have lived longer than the others, and have a dis