Aaron Warner Book Characters Novels & Stories

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.

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They had never seen such a thing. "Karen, my child, won't you calm down and greet your guardian angel before she leaves you again?" The voice said this in a soft, low voice like the one mothers use when singing lullabies to their kids. Abruptly, the fire stopped, and Karen collapsed. Alpha Rasmore was the first one to run towards her. Silently, without a word, he scooped her into his arms and cried silently. Patrilia and the rest wanted to run to her as well, but the guardian angel asked them to stop. "Give them some time, my child." She instructed them, and they all stayed waiting for their turn, although half-heartedly.

I frowned and tried again. Nothing. Not even a blink. Just a deep sigh and that far-off look that made me want to shake him by the shoulders. But I still had one card left to play. I turned to Aaron, my last hope, and smiled. “Aaron?” He glanced up for a second, a French fry balanced between his lips, before shrugging and diving back into his bucket of food. Yes, bucket. Because apparently Aaron had been blessed by the gods with a demigod metabolism and could devour absurd amounts of fried chicken and fries without ever losing his cologne-commercial model looks.

he barked. I didn’t rush, but I sat. I wasn’t stupid enough to test two armed men in a room with no exits. He studied me like a piece of gum stuck to his thousand-dollar shoes. “Aaron Warner,” he said, voice dripping venom. “The ungrateful bastard himself.” “Good to see you too,” I muttered. “You have no idea what’s coming your way,” Benson hissed, bitterness stripping the false calm from his voice. I kept my face neutral. Meanwhile, while feigning innocence, I slipped my hand into my pocket, sliding my phone free. My thumb tapped one name without looking.