Aaron Lycan Novels & Stories

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

It's not like she witnessed it herself, but she heard many stories regarding it. It happened twenty-four years ago. 24 years ago, the first official Lycan prince was born, the firstborn of the Lycan King after many years of marriage. The little Lycan prince lived for ten days before he was killed in an assassination. If the infant was still alive now, he must have been 24 years old. Unfortunately, God never granted life to that poor baby. Amelia has been hearing about the infant Lycan prince from the villager since she was five. And every time they would talk about him, an evil laugh and an atrocious smile would always be on their faces.

"How is that possible?" A hint of mystery covered Orcenal's eyes. It was the first time in Liam's life that he felt this kind of feeling. It was threatening... it was cold and terrifying. It might not be an exaggeration to say that Liam is the strongest man on earth right now. He was the only Alpha Lycan who mastered , and even Heinrich, as an Archmage, was not sure he could defeat Liam one-on-one. That was why he was startled by Orcenal's presence right now.

Aaron replied, walking out of the hall. Fred's brows furrowed when he saw his son's ignorance toward the Lycan princess. "Aaron" Hardin called out, moving toward him. Aaron paused, turning his head to Lifaya's father. He was a very powerful man in the Lycan realm. "Yes, Mr. Stone?" Hardin gave him a polite look and asked, "Why don't you go with her? She will be disheartened." Aaron glanced at Lifaya, whose eyes were fixed on him with disappointment.

"If you have one, I'd love to hear it." He was quiet for a moment. Then he looked up. "Become acting Lycan King." I blinked. For a second I thought I'd misheard him. "What?" "You heard me." I stared at him. "Aaron, that's ridiculous." "No, it isn't." "Yes, it is." I pushed away from the table and stood. The suggestion was so absurd that I didn't even know where to begin. "I'm not a Lycan." Aaron shrugged. "Neither was Ryan when people first started following him."

The remaining two started running, seeing the psycho wolf who was behind their lives and wanted to kill them mercilessly. It didn't take Rex long to catch them. He injured one of the warriors with his paw, making him fall on the ground and run behind the other who was running in his wolf form. He went ahead of him, blocking his way in the same manner they did with Alice. He growled and then held that warrior wolf with his neck. As a son of Lycan and a higher rank wolf, Aaron has mixed power of both. His wolf is much bigger than that warrior wolf. It was like a big wolf holding a pup in his mouth. Rex killed that warrior by breaking his neck and then throwing his body away.

“But he's been around for so long, it's not far fetched to think that he is. It just isn't known what can kill him. Nothing has worked so far.” Aaren raised a brow. “Even silver blades?” Leon snorted. “Especially silver blades. He's a fucking Lycan. And he heals very quickly, even when the weapons inflict deep wounds.” “...Damn.” “That's why we have to do research. Apparently, only he knows what kills him.” Aaren’s eyes narrowed. “That secretive, huh?” “Very, very secretive.” Leon sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “But don’t worry. I'd find out what his weakness is. And in return…”

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.

"Hey there, tiger!" Jebediah said, lifting the boy into his arms. He turned to Anna. "Anna, meet Ashmore, the brightest boy in his class. And..." he leaned in, his voice turning into a whisper, "he is the last living Lycan ." Anna froze. Lycans were the rarest breed of supernaturals. She stared at the plump, happy child with his bright green eyes and wide smile. She was absolutely not going to cry at a child. She absolutely was. This child was a living miracle

she invited, Karam walked over and took the empty seat beside Skylar while Ivan sat beside him, seemed like they had acquired some sort of camaraderie, Skylar beamed at the thought. A Lycan stood up, Skylar instantly noticed the aura around him, he must be the leader of the Lycans. He was bulky, his shoulders were the broadest, large, his chest was out, his hair was black, his eyes were hazel and a huge scar sat on the left side of his face.