Aaron Lycan Novels & Stories

*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.

she thought and turned. She fell on the bed and looked at the title of the book. She remember, Eric had given it to her on her birthday but she did not read it yet. The title states: The Legend of Lycans “Whoa, Eric brought me the book about the werewolves,” she said excitedly and opened the book. “I am a crazy girl, minutes a go I had a nightmare about a wolf and even the wolf is howling outside and I am reading something like that as well,” she thought.

"nobody is going anywhere. I have your back. Just try to find out more about Matron Arwen and any other leads of her misdeeds." I placed my hands on hers and squeezed them, "We will see to it that she never gets away with what she did to you or the other girls, I promise" She gave me a smile of relief and nodded nervously. Meanwhile, my thoughts drifted back to the dungeons. Just how many things were the lycan royals hiding? What secrets lay behind the walls and were buried under the The lycans could kill without remorse. I had seen Jasper kill a high ranked member of the court with his bare hands as his eyes popped out in front of me and blood drizzled down his hands.

I knew I couldn't leave now, they'd want me to be a part of those that served the lycan. I watched him leave to go be with my uncle, his cold dark eyes still in my head when he had looked at me. His lashes weren't long, but they were so thick, it almost looked artificial. His shaved face had a small stubble growing in and he was about six feet four. His pink lips were the juiciest I'd ever known, he was better looking than every man I'd seen in my life's what could I expect when he was the lycan. I rejoined the omegas in the kitchen and only returned back to the event when they were done with arranging the meals. I took my position in the corner I'd been and watched everything going on aroun

That might have gotten you shocked, I know. My name is Jason and as you may have guessed, I am a male werewolf with a hidden past. A past which I had held in high regard and which I believe won't wash away. It was a very remarkable experience. The past experience was that of my past lover and I. We had been so loved up so much that I was shocked to the bone marrow when she died leaving me behind. Before she died, she had promised that she would be back to be with me once more. I had held on to that promise and looked out for her but I never did see her.

“I’m the best bait we have. Young. Innocent-looking. They won’t see a threat until it’s too late.” Matthias stood so abruptly the chair scraped hard against the floor. Both hands slammed down on the desk. The heavy wood cracked straight down the middle under the force. “I will not allow it.” Liliana rose as well. Her own growl answered his. “I’m a Lycan. I have a better chance of survival than any female warrior we could send. Instinct under pheromone pressure isn’t something ordinary wolves can simply ignore. I can.” Their auras erupted at the same moment.

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.”

“Look around! We’ve lost everything. She shouldn’t be here. Carrying his child doesn’t change that. What message does that send Lucian when we let his murderer walk among us?” Draco’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “She is Ronan’s mate. That alone makes her one of us. And by Ronan’s blood, she will be protected.” “She’s a lycan,” Aaron spat again. “An abomination. She should’ve died with him.” “For your sake,” Draco warned, voice heavy with threat, “walk away. If she is harmed, it will be your corpse we lay at the Goddess’ feet.” Aaron’s jaw worked, eyes sweeping the crowd. No one spoke up for him. Yet, I saw it in their faces—the agreement, even if unspoken.

Make them both watch as everything they care about is destroyed. Could finally get his revenge for being cast out. For being disowned. For having everything stolen from him. Could make Dante suffer the way he's suffered for five years. The smile on Aaron's face widens. Cruel. Vicious. His brother always was too soft. Too human in his emotions despite being a Lycan. And now that weakness is going to cost him everything. Aaron takes one last drag from his cigar. Stubs it out in a crystal ashtray.

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.