Aaron Lycan Fanart Novels & Stories

He didn't see her in her human form so he might just not know. "Aaron is a more experienced Lycan and he can spot the person behind a beast. And It is now confirmed that you are a Volcono Lycan and he knows that as well." "Damn, that's true," Father commented, "Now you will be his main target." "I won't let that happen," I growled.

“Little wolf, I thought I told you to stay in your room.” “The flames were—” The second form, much larger than Azrael’s, stepped from the shadows and into my line of sight. Deep in my heart I knew the mountain of a man, with skin and hair as pale as moonlight itself, was Draco. God of the Lycans. His eyes, both covered with a sheen that made them glow in the dark, almost like a canine’s, were trained on my face. The warning bells in my head screeched: “Danger, predator, get away fast!”

This 8 feet tall figure of the Lycan belonged to the great Lycan Lucas. His side partitioned medium length wavy hair flared as the cool breeze blew on the porch. As the strands of his hair curtaining his face got blown by the cool breeze, his face showed up clearly. Above the pair of his red glowy almond shaped eyes were a pair of well arched eyebrows with the left one having a cut on it. His eyes were crowned with beautiful long lashes that girls often crave for. He had high cheekbones and his face was freshly scrubbed. His clear forehead started to throb with nerves as he let out a spine shivering growl, "AAAAAHHHHHH!!"

was the only thing he said. Well, what else could he say? I won, and he lost. I know that I am one of his greatest strengths and one of his biggest weaknesses. He will do whatever I say. We came back to Aralyn, who seemed deeply lost in some thought. I could sense that she was having some debate with Meena. Meena's presence was so close to the surface that it was almost palpable, although Aralyn was still in reign. Aralyn’s irises were morphing from her human lavender blue to neon-purple pits with lilac flakes, which would spill across her eyes when her Lycan was in control.

He would never hurt her, but I don’t want her scared. “Those bastards,” Aaron growls, his eyes glowing a golden orange when he lifts his head. “Thrash is the deadliest, slowest toxin known to Lycans. Mix it with Wolfsbane, and it acts as a fatal disease that would take years to fully kill someone.”

The temperature was kept deliberately low, a biting, crisp chill that helped soothe the volatile, feverish internal body heat of the high-ranked Lycans occupying the space. Aria stood frozen beside the massive central console, her fingers resting lightly against the cold lip of the obsidian table. The tactical gear she wore was a second skin of matte-black leather and reinforced ballistic polymer, tailored so precisely that it hummed against her skin with every rise and fall of her chest. It was devoid of any reflective surfaces, designed to absorb light and sound in equal measure. Her long, dark hair was braided tightly down her spine, a severe style that accentuated the sharp, aristocratic

Aana said, showing him her puppy eyes. "I can do anything for you my girl" "This girl is a witch," Aaron thought and looked at his Lycan who was acting like a lovesick puppy in front of her. "Thank you so much" Aana smiled and hugged him in excitement bringing a smile to his face. He took her in his arms, deepened the hug, and hid his face in her neck, inhaling her mouth-watering smell. Her heartbeat rose when she realised the closeness between them and the way he was inhaling her scent, adoring her in his way. Even she couldn't control herself from moving her hand in his hair and caressing them when his smell hit her nostrils.

~THE LYCAN ENFORCER ~ ~Annabeth's POV~ "If this art isn't finished by dawn, my Uncle will have both our heads." Tommy’s voice was shaking so hard the paintbrushes in his hand rattled like dry bones. I sat up on my thin mattress, looking hard at the blank canvas in front of us. "A Lycan Enforcer doesn't care about art, Tommy," I said, trying to steady my own breathing. "He cares about power and control."

"I was marked by our enemy. Do you intend to sacrifice me as well?" From the sound of it, Aaron seemed to be opening the buttons of his shirt, revealing his mark slightly above his shoulder. Murmurs spread through the hall again, rising in surprised whispers. "I am the only one capable of defeating Nocturnus. If you want peace, you need us!" the Lycan growled in a predatory tone, his wolf form seeming to expand as a murderous aura filled the room. The coldness emanating from his scent sent chills down my spine. "But believe me, before anyone lays a hand on my Luna, this room will be filled with bodies."

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