Aeron Bracken Novels & Stories

Brock As soon as I turn the key in the ignition, I know that the drive back to Riverton is going to be tortuous with Astrid sitting beside me, looking and smelling like sin. The girl is hot as fuck; way too damn tempting for her own good. So fucking sweet, too, but with the heart of a warrior. I know I shouldn’t let her get too close, but how can I resist her?

he asks. “That would be me,” I say. “Great!” he says. “Well, I have a car parked out front, if you would follow me.” I follow him outside the airport where a black Mercedes SUV is waiting. He opens the back hatch and takes my suitcase from me, lifting it inside one handedly with ease. He leads me to the passenger side of the car, where he opens the back door and beckons for me to enter. After I’m situated, he closes the door and hops in the front passenger seat. “So… Amikat” he starts. “I’m Samuel, Arienne’s Gamma.”

“By her grace and elegance, she is, my lord. But she is not for sale. She is to be wed by the next full moon; her heart belongs to another.” Sir Braavos shook his head, a wry smirk playing on his lips. “I see a face and a body, yes, but I see neither grace nor elegance. Perhaps I should have my eyes examined for a better prescription?” A wave of suppressed chuckles broke out among the neighboring Omegas watching from the distance. Jake and Amanda’s expressions soured instantly, insulted to be humbled so effortlessly on their own land. “Just take her and go,” Jake snapped, his demeanor turning harsh as his pride took a hit. “Send our regards to the Alpha King.”

She had only asked Richard Quinn a simple request, but her whole plan will be done smoothly. *** Aeron took a deep breath. He was alone in his library, staring at a frame bearing an old photograph. It was a photo of him with Adrianus. "If only you were still here, Brother," he whispered. For the umpteenth time, Aeron retook a deep breath. His face looks tired. He was like someone who had carried a heavy burden for years. "If only at that time I had more courage, everything definitely would not end like this. We... can still be a happy family."

How could she ask such a question? Coincidentally, Mike did bring someone with him. He introduced them proudly, “This is Mr. Heath Bracken. He’s twenty years your senior and has more experience than you. He also has many award-winning works and has been featured in magazines several times. It would make more sense for him to lead the design department!” North blinked and looked at the person behind Mike. Then, she said meaningfully. “Oh, he’s part of the Bracken family. Mike, you said that because I’m Gerald’s wife, it feels like I was simply given this title.

"It isn't a spell I cast, Aria. My elders left a physical mark on my blood back at the kitchen doorway. It acts like a tuning fork. They're striking their end, and my arm is ringing over here." Brecken turned around from the window, his eyes blazing gold in the dark cabin. He looked at Soren, then at me, seeing the way I was holding my chest. "He's hurting you," Brecken said, stepping toward Soren with his hands curling into fists. "Every time his blood reacts, you flinch." "It isn't his fault, Brecken!" I shouted, standing right between them. "Stop looking for a fight with him while people are shooting at us!"

"We're in the air!" Everyone laughed at me. Reece did something that made the cabin of the craft quiet again. "He's also the one who knocked you out," the man sitting next to Reece said. He was a little bulkier than Reece and had black hair that was scraped back off his forehead and pulled into a little bun on top of his head. His left eyebrow was pierced. His eyes were a deep violet. "Aeron." "What do you do, Aeron?" "I'm telekinetic." He blinked and the thing we were flying in began to fall out of the sky.

He pulls away, one hand still holds Blake's neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stairs at him with a blank and confused gaze. None of it making sense to him. "Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-" Blake pulls away and turns facing the others, and slowly turns back towards Harou. "My name, is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse." He begins to walk away, but Harou

Alpha Darren acted immediately after hearing the recording of Annabelle's conversation with Miranda. The first person he wanted to see and who he thought was the key witness was the one who was driving the boat. Alpha Darren knew Diana and George couldn't be driving the boat, so he believes someone is helping them. This was strengthened by Cedric's confirmation that there was indeed a member of the army who used to be a member of the Pack Delonix who then asked to become a member of Pack Kyne.

"Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Black." Ace didn’t respond right away, his eyes narrowing as he studied the man. "You’ve got information on Richard?" The man nodded. "I do. And trust me, it’s information you’ll want to hear." Ace crossed his arms over his chest, his mind racing. He didn’t like being in the dark, and he definitely didn’t like trusting strangers. "Who are you?" The man didn’t hesitate. "I work with people who’ve been keeping tabs on Richard for a while now. I’m not with him, if that’s what you’re thinking. In fact, we’re on the opposite side of things."