Aaron Warner Book Characters Novels & Stories

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.

"I was the little girl, Aaron. These girls were at least three years older than me. But… I thought my dad was going to kill me. I really thought he would. He spent the evening pacing back and forth in total silence while I sat on the couch, watching him. The next day a man came to our house, a trainer, and I started learning what he called the 'Wolf Arts.' I was a warrior for the pack when I left for Drogomor." Aaron was staring at me, his eyes wide open. "You were a warrior?" I nodded, smiling to myself. "I was good at it. There's nothing else I wanted to do, or be." "And what happened to those girls? Did they mess with you again?" "No, never. Marty never talked to me again, either, even wh

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.

Nicole shouted my name. It was like her voice went through one ear and out the other. I was now able to relax again. “He’s better now.” Her voice faded. “Good, we need to get him up and ready to head out.” Grimm told her. My eyes opened and I turned to Grimm, slowly. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He smirked at me and the next words that he said to me had me up and about. “War.” He told me.

I nodded, and the two of us went our separate ways. Sarrah is a good person, so I genuinely wish that she will also gain the happiness that she deserves. I went back to the classroom then I saw Aaron. He was reading a book, I think it was "The Song of Achilles". I noticed that one of his favorite genres is mythology. Adorable. "Oh hey!" Aaron waved at me. I waved back at him and I sat on the seat beside him. "Not that I'm prying or anything, but I saw you and Sarrah talking with each other. And you both look serious, is something wrong?" he asked as he turned his face away. Haha cute I thought as I chuckled.

) Aaron : The magician who made his debut at the beginning of The Uprise Of Hell has seemed to survive all the acts of Hell. Aaron will be a more seen character along the line of Time Is Reborn. Aaron being a magician has a different past which is not really close to that of the witches. A portion of his history will be further told along chapter 7/ 8 or chapter 9 of the upcoming book, Time Is Reborn. Lilith :

She appeared to be tying up her conversation, so Ward returned his attention to Aaron. “Who are the Americans?” he asked, thinking maybe Christian, who was still standing nearby, though not appearing to eavesdrop on their conversation, might be able to help. “Two Hunters, Morris and Christian out of Philly,” Ward replied, glancing up from the scrap of paper. Aaron wondered what the chances were that, out of over a hundred individuals, the bizarre Guardian standing next to him would happen to be on the same team. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.”

No one was coming at the same direction which seemed odd and strange. Calm and confident, Aaron took the gun from the secret drawer underneath the diver’s seat and hid it at his back. He waited for a few minutes until a group of men went off from the black car. “He’s quite anxious and ready to begin a war,” Aaron giggled and opened the door. Then he stood brave and proud before a powerful man. “What brings you here, Mr. Anderson?” He asked casually. The other man burst into laughter and looked straight in his eyes. Chris was a great friend of his father and they have known each other since he was a little kid. Their bond was indestructible, but things changed now.

he exclaimed, and we all looked at him. “Care to share with the rest of us, buddy?” Tommy asked amused. “Appeased,” Aaron said. “Remember in the books it said that the Divine warriors will appease the demon bloods. This was all written, we just didn’t have all the pieces.” He grinned at me and at Drake. “Don’t you understand, this is what is meant to happen. A Divine Warrior is meant to take the throne not a Horseman.” He looked genuinely giddy at the revelation.

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.