Aaron Lycan Fanart Novels & Stories

What made this entire spectacle worse was the gaze in the Lycan’s eyes. It was glazed, hooded with indifference. As if he’d cut off and disconnected himself from what was happening, not only in mind, but in heart as well. It made my already burning heart sank with dread. “Haha! What a pleasure! What a joy! Trashing your sweetheart is ten times more fun than I imagined!” I stared at the black wolf. With a barely audible whimper, it crawled out of the rubble and looked up at the gloating Zaria. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse-

Apparently, the boy was packing. Big dicks and muscles didn’t interest me. Not anymore. I wanted to connect with someone on a deeper level. Maybe it was because it was almost time to mate, so I had to think about that sort of stuff. As a lycan woman, my body made me think about that sort of stuff. Pack alphas travel a lot, they’re always busy with work. They also often fucked around or had mulitple mates–it was something only the alpha could do…breed and connect with more than one woman, but someone like Nate–who would never make alpha–would be able to give me the time, dedication, and commitment I deserved.

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

“I can’t do that, he is the next Alpha, you are not strong enough, if you were challenged we would lose the pack” James walks out leaving me alone. Have I been that bad of a father? I never played favorites. I’ve always been tough on both of them. James is right in something. I need to do something. I sit there thinking about my options and then I remember the pack in Alaska. They are mostly members of the lycanthrope council and elders. They won’t be fooled by a young alpha. I make some phone calls and that’s all arranged. Leon will leave in 3 months for Alaska. They will make sure he is training to become the best version of himself.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

It was one of his many features that sent a tingling sensation down my spine. His scars didn't scare me. They drew me in. They were captivating. Always making me wonder how he got them. Ares was a powerful Lycan. Not just a powerful one, he was an ancient Lycan. Some sort of tribal Lycan as Madam Yelena had put it.

The light of the magic stone is fading, so he might have completely used it up. Meanwhile, my friends instantly jumped away from Rowan and were about to launch an attack against him, but I instantly stood to cover him to protect him. Why does this Lycan love to keep putting himself in danger? Doesn't he know that his beauty deserves to pass on to the next generation, so he shouldn't die due to his recklessness? Like I said, all lycans are beautiful, as they only have different types of beauty. Even with diverse beauty, they serve to continue such a trait for generations!

The smirk took upon his lips, "Only two more days of Patience." The same evil glint shaded Julian's eyes and Draven grinned rubbing his hands together. It was no secret how sadistic they were and how much pleased the thought of hurting others made them. "I hope that Lycan would come for his mate because it had been since we'd drew the blood of any royal powerful creature," Julian spoke and withdrew the dagger from my skin, I could see the sliced skin there on my wrist but no blood sept out. "He'd come, no matter how hard it is but he'd come searching for his mate." Alistair's voice grew deep and his eyes got fixated on the Ventana where the sun rays were making their way inside the room.

After taking care of me and doing…well, all that he did, I didn’t want to make him angry. “I…” I started again, but this time the door bell cut me off. My uncle glared at me as he growled, “what is it now?” Yet his anger dissipated as soon as he opened the door. A large man well-dressed in a business casual style suit stood there. He wasn’t one of our pack members, nor had I ever seen him before. Though, my uncle must have because his whole demeanor changed. “Ah, you’re one of the Lycan’s men,” Uncle Aaron said, offering the man a friendly smile.

Ethan's mother, he married Elena's best friend and had a very strong boy named Ayden, and everyone was surprised by his unparalleled strength. The Lycan was different from all the other lycans, it was black in color and its strength was more than tens of lycans, so it was best suited to be the Alpha of the Lycan Kingdom. Ayden was very fierce, but he always ruled with justice, as he helped his kingdom and did everything he could for it, and he always felt something missing, and this thing was his other half, his companion, who waited for her for a long time and did not know when he would find her.