Aeron Bracken Novels & Stories

“What does that mean?” Viktor nods. “The Goddess sent me back to help you both because of the odds stacked against you. For Creed is his uncontrollable Lycan, and for Cherie… it is her mother.” “Arlen?” I speak up, looking at Nova, who has a guilty look on her face as she nods. “What does she have to do with this if she’s dead?”

Was this why he acted so inconsistently? Aeron a Grimward? No way. That just could not be. Aeron is the son of Eldric, born and raised within these walls, his claim validated through blood rites and council records. Oh, no one—not even in my most vengeful or pleasant dreams—could deny this truth. The idea seems most absurd–a drunken ramble. Yet something about the way the words fell from his lips, clear enough to pierce the morning quiet, sends a shiver down my spine.

I touched his arm. He stopped. The traveler noticed. His eyes moved between us. “Interesting.” “What?” I asked. “The bond has begun.” My stomach tightened. “What bond?” “Not the wolf bond.” He looked at me. “The older one.” Kazan became completely still. I stepped forward. “Who are you?” “My name is Aeron.” “Do you serve Oberon?” His expression turned disgusted. “No.” “Prove it.” “I cannot.” “Then this conversation is over.” I turned.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

Her final inmate for the day was Aron. As Aron entered Athena's small office, his presence commanded attention. His black hair, meticulously styled in a buzz cut, accentuated his angular face. The vibrant tattoos adorning his neck served as a stark contrast to his pale skin. Piercings adorned his ears, hinting at a rebellious nature. Athena mentally prepared herself for the session, intrigued by the shift in Aron's mood since their earlier encounter. "Good day, Mr. Aron," Athena greeted, adjusting her glasses with a calm demeanor. Her eyes met his, momentarily captivated by the intensity of his stormy blue gaze.

The next day. Aeron couldn't get near his target, Agatha, and because of this that he was very irritated. "That Misty never left the nerd's side. If this goes on, how are you going to court Agatha, Boss?" Aeron was angered. However, he was much more irritated due to the fact that Christine did not appear today and even yesterday in the hidden room, thus he did not have anyone to vent on. In his irritation, he said, "Why court? Who they think they are?"

I've done that many times and the scars on my back are a constant reminder of how far Dwayne is willing to go. “Yes, Sir.” I replied and Sierra shot me a sideways glance before turning her attention back to Aurora about the beautiful lit buildings of Los Angeles. No wonder Avery never came back, it’s beautiful here. I don’t say my thoughts aloud. I shouldn't be having thoughts about him anyway he’s the reason my back holds the reminder of Dwayne’s wrath of my disobedience. “Phone me once you get there, and Whitney,” “Yes,sir!” Sierra is holding my gaze as I swallow the lump in my throat when Dwayne murmurs, “Avery is off limits, need I remind you of what will happen if you disobey?”

At the center of it all, Aeron was fading. He didn't fall to the ground; he seemed to be leaking into the atmosphere. His edges were blurred, a smudge of violet and silver light that was slowly being pulled toward the great Great Oak and the ley-lines of the valley. To open the Aether-Bridge to an entire army, he had spent the very currency of his physical existence. "Aeron!" Ariyah’s voice was a jagged shard of ice. She reached for him, but her hands passed through his shoulder as if he were made of smoke. "No. No, I will not lose you again!"

He wasn’t beautiful in the way the Triad were. He wasn’t made of fire and fury and golden angles. He was shadow. Pale skin. Silver eyes. Black hair falling just past his jaw in loose waves. His smile was too calm. Too knowing. “My name is Aeron,” he said. “I’ve been assigned to instruct you in… unconventional magics.” I didn’t move. “Void?” His smile widened. “Among others.” “And why should I trust you?” “You shouldn’t,” he said plainly. “But you will. Eventually.”

He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?" Beta Dillon let out a sigh. "Damn, alpha, you are getting whipped by your breeder," the other person said. Drake threw out a sinister cackle as he laughed. "Dillon, I'm in a complete mess. I'm not sure what kind of emotion this is, but I wanted to find out what it is. The response he gave was, "You like your breeder, alpha." "It is impossible for me to reject the reality of the situation." Drake shook his head, unable to comprehend how his Beta could have such precognition.