Aaron Warner Book Characters Novels & Stories

Yup, Aaron will have his own book (Book 3) after the Beta´s book and the story would pick up after we concluded Gavin and Alia´s story so it would be crucial to have a glimpse of this part as we continue to Aaron's story. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank every one of you for reading this book. Your comments, the good and the bad were my motivation to continue, even the way you hated Alia was a good indication for me. I never intend to have perfect characters, so hating them means I was doing something right.

-by Aaron Alistaire king _____________________________________ Aaron's pov I never thought such a day would come in my life when I will be filled with this overflowing emotion called regret I always thought that the decisions taken by me always served justice. Being the chief justice of warewolf community I always thought that not once was my decision wrong But how wrong I was. I couldn't even serve justice to my mate let alone the entire community And now when I have realised this I just wanted to punish myself for every wrong I did to her. So here I am going all berserk. Knocking down all the trees around me, growling at every person who tries to touch her,drawing blood by scratching mysel

"It's too much to call me your savior. It's my duty as a doctor to cure patients." Warren's hand, reaching for a chess piece, faltered at the sight of Aria's face. A pang of memory struck him. Aria bore an uncanny resemblance to his beloved in her youth. Had Warren not been consumed by his business, perhaps his beloved wouldn't have left Janovin for Nobeeta. Lost in thought, Warren scrutinized Aria. Suddenly, he wondered if there was a possibility that Aria was Rainbow. Excitement bubbled within Warren. He blurted out the question, his grip tightening on the chess piece, "Dr. Genius, is your hometown Southbury? Have you ever lived in Janovin or visited Old City?"

I couldn't help but to laugh. "Apologize to the Luna." "You big oaf, let go of me! "Apologize!" Aaron glared at Christian. "Sorry, Luna. . .I'm sorry for poking you! Now please tell your mate to get his fat self off of me." "I'm not fat you idiot." Aaron pushed him away, and Christian slammed into the wall. "Asshole! You didn't have to slam me to the wall." Aaron sat next to me again, and ignored his Beta.

he said and went back to eating his food. Alina turned to Amelia and asked, “Can you tell me what is the role of each of the guardians in this quest and why do we need to come?” “Good question,” Aaron said, “I can explain my role,” he said while munching on the barbecue he’s eating. Alina turned to Aaron. Aaron looks like he is the same as their age but he is about 11 or 12 years old; dark skin, curly hair, a little chubby with big round eyes and a monobrow. He is a very jolly boy.

I straightened immediately, shoulders squared, expression locked back into the calm, unreadable neutrality I wore like armor. My job was simple: Protect the mansion. Protect Zayden’s interests. And never, ever get distracted. But when I opened the tall, gold-lined doors, distraction punched me in the lungs. He stood there. Aaron. A little breathless from climbing the steps, clutching a backpack strapped too tightly to his shoulders, wearing an oversized sweater that swallowed his frame. His curls were messy, falling over his forehead, and his eyes—God—his eyes were wide and hesitant, like he was stepping into a world he didn’t belong in.

I turned back to ask what they wanted next when I heard a familiar voice shout at me from my right. “You traitor!” Instinctively, I whispered putting my arm up as a small rock wall shot up from the ground stopping the ice attack before it reached me. The ice-covered rock wall disappeared quickly. I looked over and saw Aaron. He was Doctor Robert’s son and the most advanced mage right after Nathan. “I can’t believe you would betray us like this, Karen! You’re supposed to be one of us!” He shouted angrily. Aaron was about my height and had a slender build with blue eyes and black long hair that was always tied back with a ribbon to match the color of his robes. He looked incredibly furious. Th

2021, February 20th (Imperium, Warlanda) Aaron’s pace rapidly increased as he balanced the files in his arms while simultaneously trying his damndest to avoid any more interactions with Flynn or Cameron. He eased the door to the archive room open and entered, hoping for some peace and quiet. Just as he was letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way through the empty aisles to seek out a desk in a dark corner that he could hopefully hide out in, he bumped into them and almost jumped out of his skin.

He had come several times, so it was easy for him to find the entrance magic portal to the Redwood Pack. Aaron doesn't drive a car. When alone, he is better off using his powers, running fast, or teleporting. The gate opened, and the werewolves welcomed him. They had known Aaron, who was King Carlen's bodyguard and personal assistant. Aaron often accompanies Carlen when he comes here or comes alone to deliver a message or business file simply. "Aaron, who do you want to meet?" asked one of the burly warriors in charge of guarding the gate. "Hi, Teo. As usual, I'd like to meet Alpha Orlan and Beta Dafa," Aaron replied.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2