Aaron Lycan Fanart Novels & Stories

All of them. Every last one of them, he beats to a pulp without a single care. One man decimated over forty trained warrior Lycans. Aaron hasn't changed one bit. “Mnn, that's the stuff” he moans, basking in the setting sun as blood runs down his face. Not a single drop belongs to him. “I definitely needed to get that out of my system” he chuckles, walking towards us like a zombie possessed. “Now that we've gotten rid of the side characters, can we finally talk… Alphas!”

He shut his eyes not to get distracted and slowly moving his lips around one of her nipples as he continued to inhale her scent while his hands roamed around every corner of her body, feeling the gentleness of it and getting used to the texture of her skin. Kira shut her eyes as well and her room was filled with the sound of her moan. The sound of her moan made him high in adrenaline. In fact, the pleasure took over him completely and suddenly, something happened. Derek felt something on his right fingers and when he lifted his arm and opened his eyes, shockingly, he saw his lycan finger growing out from his human fingers. Damn! This shouldn't be happening and meanwhile, Kira's eyes were sti

Aikiz took a deep breath as she made her mind, “There’s someone else. Someone stronger than Alphas. Yet possess more self control. Someone I can truly be safe around him.” “You can’t be talking about--” “Yes, him.” “No Aikiz! He is the most dangerous of them all!” “Harvey has already announced he won’t be competing for the Lycan’s throne. There’s no reason for him to print me.” “Still, the blood of old Lycans runs in his veins! He is the master of the Blue Pack. The Brown Pack of Ruth and the Silver Pack of Luc are some of the strongest in the city. But they still do not compare to the Royal Blue Pack! Its master must be the one who desires you the most! He will rape you and impregnate you b

The soft lights fall on her, creating an enchanting sensation which can make anyone crazy. But he can’t help staring at those eyes. Those mesmerizing eyes. Her one deep hazel eye holds warmth and kindness while her other eye is a passionate shade of green, as if alluding to her quiet determination. Her high cheekbones and delicate jawline gives her an innocent charm. She slowly takes a long sip from her glass as she smiles radiantly. A human? He wonders. He can’t sense any wolf in her but he frowns when he smells something else. It’s faint, almost negligible to normal werewolves but to himself. He can’t pinpoint what it is but something tells him that this girl is not an ordinary human.

Luke smiled as he said, “Well your stuff is already in your room. You can go and take a bath; I will go and make something to eat.” Raina smiled, “Thanks.” ~~ After taking a long hot shower, Raina finally came downstairs, she was wearing a loose t-shirt with sweatpants. When she came down she spotted Luken in the kitchen with an apron around his waist, his sleeves folded up and the few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned as he was focused on his work. Raina just stared at the fine specimen of art that Luke was, however, she was brought out of her thoughts when she heard Luke say, “Like what you see?”

That was a conversation she was sure neither one of them wanted to have. “As you probably already know, Lycans are part of the apex predators and are at the top of the paranormal hierarchy. Unlike us, there are several different kinds of lycans. Going by Solomon’s indigo eyes, I’m going to hazard a guess that he has control over storms.” “What does that mean?” Lucia asked. That sounded cool and totally intimidating.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

SLAM. The heavy oak doors of the common room flew open, hitting the stone walls with a crack that made several freshmen jump. Jaxon stormed in, his golden Lycan aura no longer a shimmering sun—it was a jagged, dark storm of orange and black. He looked like a man who had just been dragged through a briar patch and told he liked it.

But it was the light that blinded me. A searing, lunar white was erupting from her palm, a pillar of radiance so pure it felt like a physical weight against my eyes. Opposite her, the nightmare had ended in the most grotesque way. Laura lay slumped against the far wall, the obsidian fur of the Arcanum melting away, receding back into pale, shivering skin. But there, etched into the center of Laura's forehead, was a matching mark a silver crescent that pulsed with a dying, rhythmic glow, synchronized perfectly with the light in Lyra’s hand. The Lycanis Arcanum, the god of the hunt, hadn't just stopped. It had chosen. It had bowed.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.