Aaron Lycan Fanart Novels & Stories

The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the history and legends of the pack, showcasing their rich heritage. At the other side of the room were an imposing figure of the pack Alpha, a formidable Lycan named Aricel, and his trusted Beta, a fierce warrior named Rolf, along with about twenty pack guards who stood in formation. Aricel was a massive Lycan with a regal bearing, his silver fur cloak gleaming in the fading sunlight beaming through the windows. "Maverick…" he said in a stern tone, coming down the few flights of stairs to stand in front of Arric. "You know how I hate surprises, especially when you are the one dishing them."

For men like Aryan and Lycan who wanted money and power, this was a good thing. Lycan and Aryan have been friends for a long time. Even before Aryan met Dave. When Aryan came back home, he and Lycan resumes thier friendship. Lycan decided that he wanted to get involved in what Aryan was doing. Aryan told him what it was and Aryan argued Lycan was inherently talented in manipulating the business. Even though Aryan had been training since he was young, he did not dare to say that he could beat Lycan in a fight.

Then she understood, 'Werewolf' she whispered to herself, making a note in my chart. "Lycan," Rain corrected, with a grin. "I am a Doctor as well," he added. "Me Too," Ryker chimed in. "Oh my," she said as she looked at Ryker, I let out a low growl and she quickly looked away. Ryker was jaw-dropping gorgeous, and sexy as hell, with his long black layered hair and blue bedroom eyes. His full lips that begged to be kissed. You just could not notice all of that. But he was MINE!

“Oh darling… I could never be mad at you. I shouldn’t have have just sprung up that Lycan’s name on you. I should have been more sensitive to your needs. I know you’re still hurting from the memories of that bastard. Sera burrowed deeper into her mate’s arms. He couldn’t even begin to understand half of the danger Alistair could bring. “It’s okay, you were just doing your best to help the pack… but I think there are better, more safer ways of going about it than encroaching on the lands of a twisted psychotic monster.” Lucas laughed a deep laugh that rumbled in his chest. Sera enjoyed feeling it as she lay pressed on his chest. “Psychotic monster?.... Damn Sera! You must really hate that guy

I still, was surely confused by the surname he just gave me. " I am just giving you some space to talk." " You do not need to. Does not this involve you too?" Why could not Amy have married this joe rather? rather of responding to him I turned to look at Jason who just rolled his eyes and signaled for me to sit back down. I am not going to lie, I did not exactly feel comfortable there but at least I got to hear what they were planning. " You do not need to try and defend yourself Lookman, I know you did not do it. Kenny is paranoid, he thinks everyone is out to get him."

The raids, even with what we found and what I discovered about myself, it was a good distraction and kept me from focusing on Yasmine, how I treated her and that I failed her every time she needed me. I look down at the papers in front of me and realise that I have been doodling again, and it's similar to the carving I did on that trunk with Mary when I was younger. I had drawn Yasmine’s panther Lorelei with Morpheus’s wolf and the moon and hearts entwined with two crowns, but there were two differences: one was the adding of Zelda Yasmine’s Lycan and another very small pup, one side was panther the other Lycan.

She lied, waiting to gauge his reaction. He struggled to remember who it was, and she decided to help him. “He must have been here before Ron, Father. The one directly before him.” A few more seconds passed before he snapped his finger when the memory came back to him. “Oh you're in luck. That was Alex William. The Lycan is your friend?” She hadn't even known he was a Lycan, but she bid her chances with her father's intelligence and responded in the affirmative. “I didn't know he was your friend. That's the most powerful Lycan alive, despite how sad the story of his path to becoming one of our kind is. I guess you know that… you said he's your friend, so I guess you know the story.”

Leo is staring at the pool of blood. Surrounding him are vampire soldiers who are waiting for his command. The Captain of the Vampire Squad, Aryan Pavlov, comes up to him. Aryan is almost 200 years old but looks like a young man in his late twenties. He had long, black hair with skin so pale that it is almost white. With sharp silver eyes and an unearthly beauty like all vampires, Aryan is tall and proud of his status as an elite guard for Sloria. He is also a skilled scientist who is interested in studying the anatomies of all creatures. Whenever the pack comes across the dead bodies of any unusual creature of the dark, Aryan is the first one to examine its corpse.

They usually sleep all day, demonstrating very good behavior. Honestly, we just want them to be healthy boys, because we know that if girls are born, it means that the problems didn’t end with Francesco’s death and his henchmen. In this month, Aryan has beautifully integrated into the pack. We have discovered that he is a Lycan child. The experiments Francesco performed on him were effective in awakening his wolf.

“Look. They’re different monsters.” Everyone stared intently. Scott narrowed his eyes. Yes, they looked different. Lyall's Lycan was larger and had a mix of gray and black fur, while the Lycan in Scott's memory was jet black. "Carl, are there really other Lycans besides Lyall?" Darius asked. "I didn't even know this. According to legend, there's only one Lycan, and only the Lycaros family possesses it."