Aaron Lycan Novels & Stories

he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and assure her that she will never ever be alone but instead he just coldly grunted and nodded. “Okay.... you’ve told me your problem... but why should I help you?” Sera glared at him now.... couldn’t he just do it for the sake of kindness? It seemed like he hadn’t changed from that selfish bastard she knew after all. “My men were able to briefly capture one of the assassins some days ago..... He’s a Lycan, so was the other one. And probably so is his master.” This time, Alistair’s eyes filled with real ice as he glared at her. “Are you accusing me of trying to murder babies?!!” He yelled.

It was a tear that had almost cost him his life during the border patrol two nights ago. The heavy wooden door creaked open, admitting a violent gust of freezing wind before slamming shut again. Lycan stood in the entryway. He was a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders practically filling the frame of the door. He was exhausted, his chest heaving with slow, measured breaths, his dark hair damp with melted snow and sweat. But even exhausted, he radiated an overwhelming, predatory dominance. His golden eyes immediately found Amy by the fire, instantly softening the hardened, violent edge he carried everywhere else in the territory.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

I was familiar with nightmares, I had a lot of them when Lea passed away but never had I seen anyone struggle to get away from one with such pain and was barely able to like she did. I had asked Lucas, a young man from the clan to gather every piece of information he could on her since Silas and I were busy. Today we were meeting with another Lycan pack on the west side to suggest an alliance. Silas and I were currently in front of the house of a young Lycan named Kallen, the son of the previous leader of that clan. He was in his late twenties and had a handsome face with a full set of fangs, but what I noticed the most was those red glowing eyes. He was one of the rare lycans who couldn't s

I let Vex come forward so I blend in even more when I notice who it is down there. King Aaron, An Alpha, A Luna and who the fuck is that. Is that Loclyn’s Lycan? He is huge and white. How is he white. That means, I was right, he is royal himself. This doesn’t make any sense though, he shouldn’t have been able to shift yet and even if forced he should be like Daydra is. Now I know without any shadow of a doubt there is witchcraft involved in this whole chaotic turn of events. I see King Aaron step away from the Lycan going crazy and yelling inaudible ancient words. He is throwing anything he can around and The Alpha has shifted, they are having a tussle, while The Luna is just standing there

A name, NYX, circled in red. Who was NYX? Jonathan worked for the rogue leader, he had been the one to sell us out. I was begging to see that now. The men, the pattern. “He is here for me,” I muttered to no one. “Cory?” My head snapped up, my eyes widening as I found Aaron standing by the door. I shoved the book under the bed. I didn’t miss the way his eyes followed my movement. “Lycan king said should come to you, the door wasn’t locked,” he said.

"The stocks are falling daily, there is no standard reason for why? Tell us what is happening to the company." Reporters asked various questions about Lycan who was climbing out of the car, Lycan is the son of Mr. And Mrs. Dennison and the elder brother of Sophia and Alice. He had blue eyes as Alice did and also beautiful facial features, his hair was dark in color making him stand out from the rest people in his family.

I clenched my fists, determined to offer myself as a temporary replacement, at least until the Dark God finished off that cursed blind she-wolf who had taken everything from me. I slipped inside silently, drawn by the sound of a baby crying. Furthermore, I followed the sound to the Lycan King’s room. When I entered, I saw Aaron lying down, holding his son, both wrapped in a blanket. His nose rested against the baby’s neck, a surprisingly tender sight. I stepped closer, letting my eyes roam over his broad shoulders and back, marked by scars from war, which only emphasized the appeal of his relaxed muscles. His messy hair and unshaven beard made his features even more striking. Aaron was a man

If only that moment could have lasted the entire night. "Aaron Harrington, the son of Lycan Barron." I mumbled and his eyes widened in horror. "Of Silver Clawers Pack?" He stuttered and I nodded. "Oh my goodness..." He mumbled in oblivion. "That's not the worst part Dad." "What is?" "Aaron recently became Wolfless." Tears graced my eyes as my heart began to race. If my father was trying to hide the look of horror on his face, he did a terrible job.

Lycan, it almost escapes my mouth but I shut it before I can slip up. “ He is what? ” Renee steps closer. “ A powerful man. He won’t get caught easily. ” I shrug. “ if Aleister gets busy chasing Draven around, he will be away from the people trying to kill him. They won’t be able to catch him or…get him where they want him. ” “ You want Draven to become the scapegoat? ” She gasps in horror. “ Who else can be the scapegoat? ” I scoff. “ I can’t do that, you know? They took away my Lycan and even with all these powers, I can’t outrun Aleister because the powers don’t work on mates. ”