Aaron Lycan Novels & Stories

It's actually a bit difficult for an ordinary Lycan to do, but Eros is indeed not an ordinary Lycan, he is highly capable, according to his position in the Lycan nation which is so respected by various groups. Eros with terrible energy emitting from his body warned, the figure of Lycan who transformed into a handsome human figure glared at Aro with sharp eyes, giving a stern warning not to interfere with the affairs of their leader who might soon devour the earth's contents to pieces... Aro, who is indeed the number two person in the witcher nation, the black magician who is indeed very scary, is as gloomy as their dark, black color. Aro has a thicker aura if Eros wants to compete with him.

Aarons. So he waited. “I hear Lycans have remarkable healing properties.” Dr. Aarons’ voice was conversational, like they were old friends having coffee together, “But I’ve never had the privilege of testing that on a born Lycan. You see, I’ve only ever been able to splice a few things together to make my own. And I was never really able to pull apart the gene sequences of the Lycan DNA I was given. I’m curious what makes your kind so different from what I’m able to create in a lab. And I’m extremely curious why only one of my specimens actually survived the whole process. So let’s test a few things, shall we? We don’t need to let Mr. Reacher know about our little experiments.”

Arya and I went to another while Marcus and Marcos went to another. "Jacob is searching in the North Lycan pack, his search there is fast since it's his brother's pack, and can easily access files," She informed me. We have been searching in the Moon rise Lycan pack for hours now and Arya was tired and hungry, however, I didn't want to stop.

Amos grunted when Aiden attempted to lunge at Aaron. Aaron chuckled darkly. "You have not changed I see. You are the same hotheaded youth I remember all those years ago," he told him, without an ounce of fear even though Theo clearly saw violence and blood in Aiden's eyes. It was common knowledge not to mess with a lycan losing control. "It is a shame that you have not learned to be a bit tamer with your wild ways, pup. It shall get you killed if you--" "Stop fucking calling me pup!" Aiden shouted and Aaron raised an eyebrow.

Nabita pov; I carefully observed Uriah's daily routine, studying her habits and patterns, searching for the opportune moment to execute my plan. It was a delicate dance, a game of deception that required precise timing and flawless execution. And so, I turned my attention to Darren, the Lycan beta, knowing that his loyalty to me would serve as a valuable tool in my treacherous scheme. I summoned Darren to a secluded corner of the Lycan abode, away from prying eyes and curious ears. The air was thick with secrecy as I laid out my plan before him, emphasizing the importance of his role in the impending betrayal.

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

I see him crouch low, body coiled, muscles waiting and ready to strike at the first sign of hostility. Then I see him. A boy. Probably a couple years younger than Casimir and I. But he was no ordinary boy...he was a Lycan. He's muddy and bleeding, his clothes torn, and his hair hanging in wet clumps around his face. He raises his hands, a broken gesture of surrender as Casimir looms over him with a glare. "Casimir," I pant, catching to them, "wait." The Lycan chokes out a few words, raspy and desperate. "Please. Not here...to hurt...Need...help."

He was undeniably one of the most striking male specimens she had ever laid eyes upon - his powerful physique taut and sculpted like an ancient warrior etching. Even at rest, his piercing hazel eyes glinted with an intensity that could doubtless turn predatory in the blink of an eye. "Who are you?" she demanded, her defensive posture not wavering an inch despite her intrigue. "Why did you intervene in my affairs?" The lycan arched a thick brow, seemingly amused by her distrustful hostility despite her indebtedness to him. "I am Ryker," he replied simply. "A rover with no set clan or ancestral territories to claim. I stumbled upon your tracks and those of the Rager while hunting and thought i

"Guys, I need you to remain calm. Got it?" "What do you mean?" Leah demanded, immediately catching on to my panic. "What's going on, Thia?" "There's a lycan." I said slowly, still trying to get my thoughts together. "But it isn't a member of our pack and it looks like it may be rogue." "WHAT?" Leah hissed, suddenly jumping up and causing the lift to shake. "Could you sit down?" I hissed, grabbing Leah's arm. "Freaking out isn't going to do anyone any good."

Grevin Town is a town of shifters like me, so that is not an issue for us because we are aware of our secrets. Grevin Town is the pack I lead. When my father passed away 200 years ago, I formally became an alpha. The fact that lycans live longer, recover more quickly and have greater strength than ordinary werewolves sets them apart from other typical werewolves. And the only Lycan among us is me. A few others, like my cousins, are also alpha on their own.