Aeron Bracken Novels & Stories

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

He said with a soft smile as he took his wife’s hand gently and caressed it. “He’s right hunny.” The Luna says and Runa only smiled and nodded. A man stepped out, stood at least five-six, and looked young. “This is Alex, he’s unmated and is a very excellent fighter. If anything happens,” he paused before glancing to Alpha Ace, “Report to us and keep her safe.” “Of course Alpha,” Alex said, crouching down to get bags and placing them in the car that awaited her. She grimaced a bit before giving her farewells to her friends, Sierra and Milo, and her pups she trained for years.

“Even if you don’t trust our intent and doubt me and Darius, that’s fine. But at least give us a little grace as we would never do something so horrendous to the son of the man who led you. All of this is for his future.” They all shared glances. Even Frank’s face started to soften. “If there comes a time when something even bigger comes at us and we can’t do more with my powers and need brute strength, wouldn’t it be great to have the vampires on our side? They have the speed and the strength. Aaron. That’s the name of Aeron’s child. He’s not here today because I didn’t know how you would all take it, and I didn’t want things to get ugly in front of him. He’s the heir to all of this. He’ll

Fin's voice was a low, lethal growl. "You think Riven planned to return and pull it out himself?" Aeron nodded once. "He wounds her with something no one else can touch. The clock starts ticking. He has to return to save her. Claim her. Take her." Jax's breath punched out of him. Aeron placed a hand over Nova's sternum, feeling the faint magic thrumming beneath her ribs. Fin clenched his fists. His voice was razor-thin. "Get it out."

I'm not a vampire yet so there's nothing I can do by myself . " Alexis , stay behind me " Aeron gets off the bed and pulls me up and puts himself in front of me . Sheilding me from the raging man in front . I get on my tipy toes to have a look over Aeron's shoulder and gulp . He looks 10 times more furious now . What does he want ? Will Aeron be okay ? He's been a vampire for only a year now and hasn't had that much training . Before I even have time to react , the man is in front of Aeron with his hand around his neck , lifting him up . He shoves his other hand inside Aeron's chest .

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

"Alpha Braxton?" He handed the phone back to me. "Yes?" "Does the doctor know?" I asked as I eyed him. Alpha Braxton cocked his head to the side. "Know what?" He had this odd look of confusion on his face. Now I was the one confused. "Uh...didn't you let the doctor know that Rae, your mate and this pack's future Luna, isn't a werewolf but a Lycan?" I quickly became alarmed as I saw his eyes widen. They then glazed over as he was linking to someone who I hoped was the doc.

Kyle circled behind, his eyes locked not on Chloe but on the circle binding Eira. Amid the chaos, Aeron locked eyes with his double. Clone Aeron stood with the same broad shoulders, the same black eyes, the same half-snarl curling his lips. But his scent was wrong — dulled, artificial, the faintest trace of magic tainting the air around him. The guards tried to close ranks, but Aeron’s voice cut through the din. “No. He’s mine.” With that sentence uttered by Aeron, the guards retreated and went to join forces with Ryan to take down Chloe.

His eyes didn't shift from mine as he crossed the distance between us. “Moonstone!” he greeted, voice low and smooth but holding authority. “I assume you are Beta Mira.” “And you are?” I straightened. “Aeron. Beta of Hollowpine.” I blink. Hollowpine rarely sent anyone to those meetings, and even when they did, it wasn't someone like him. He radiates something ancient but still, dangerously calm. “Pleasure meeting you,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm and collected. “The pleasure’s mine,” he replies, holding my gaze for a moment too long.

Then Eric bought, renamed it Ostrov Nol the day the papers were signed and had the name carved in Cyrillic into the cliff face at the helipad. The house Single-level brutalist fortress of black concrete and one-way smoked glass perched on the cliff summit. Helipad painted with a blood-red Н (Cyrillic “N” for Nol). 180° fixed ballistic-glass wall facing west into endless Pacific storms. Garage hidden in the rock: his matte-black 1995 Ferrari F50, a snow-white Lada Niva he shipped from Siberia “for the irony,” and a blacked-out Sikorsky S-76 with Н0L tail number. The caretaker is ex-Spetsnaz (silent, 6′7″, lives in the boathouse year-round).