Aeron Bracken Novels & Stories

I am not sure what to make of this meeting. I know Arthur; he and I have been friends since college. He has known Kaden since he was born. When Kaden told me who Everly’s grandparents were, I was shocked. I knew her father came from money, but I had no idea he was an Atherton. Well, his mother was; her family is one of the oldest in the Savannah area. I just assumed that Everly had her father's last name, but Kaden said that she, in fact, does not. This means at some point, she changed her last name. I laughed when Kaden told me that Tianya and Kylynn ripped those boys a new asshole when they told them what had happened while they were in North Carolina. Those two are a handful, and

He might have to align with those who were once his adversaries, turning the tide of the battle in his favor. As Aeron mulled over the enigmatic voice that had reached into his mind, his thoughts drifted to Myra, his devoted wife, and their young son, Alistair. He felt a surge of protectiveness, a fierce determination to ensure their safety above all else. The looming confrontation with his brother would have to wait; first, he needed to ensure the well-being of his family. * * * * *

“Uh, no. I haven’t seen him in a while. He, uh, kinda dropped off the grid.” I narrow my eyes. “Dropped off the grid? Or got involved in some shit he couldn’t handle?” His face pales, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man,” he stammers, backing up a little. “Aeron just… he wasn’t the same, alright? He got mixed up with some bad people.” “Vega’s pack?” I ask, my voice low and threatening. The guy’s eyes widen even more, and he nods. “Yeah. Legacy Vega. Aeron was hanging out with them more and more. Said they were offering him something he couldn’t get here.”

He had learned a lot from working with Ward, and it was difficult to imagine doing this without him. He noticed Jamie also moved to the front of the group, which did make sense. If anyone deserved to be the leader of the Healers, it was that young man. He still couldn’t believe just how quickly the doctor had healed Frank’s wounded neck. Aaron made his way outside and looked up at a sky full of stars. The air was crisp here, something he wasn’t used to living in London, and he inhaled deeply, hoping to clear his mind. “Excuse me,” he heard a feminine voice say to his right. He felt fingers on his arm and turned to see a brunette in a short, dark colored dress that fell just below her knee an

What’s out there for him? I’ve heard that Alec’s former Alpha, Alpha Damon at Blood Oak, put his pack under a strict lockdown as soon as his Luna and daughter's car returned. Surely, Alec isn’t stupid enough to think that Isla is still there. Walking back into that pack would be a suicide mission, he can’t be that dense- can he?

“No idea. Whenever he crawls out from wherever he’s lurking right now, he’ll come sit at this table too.” My eyebrows raise. “He’s an alpha?” Blake looks strong, but he isn’t big and muscular like Ethan or the other males sitting at this table. His accent also indicates he doesn’t originate from the Northlands. “There’s been some debate over the matter,” says Ethan, his voice low. “The last person who questioned it hasn’t been seen for a while.” He nods at the entrance to the hall. “Ah. There he is.” Blake stands in the doorway. Like earlier, he’s dressed in dark breeches rather than a kilt, and wears a black shirt that is perfectly fitted to his hard chest and torso. His hair is dark, and a

and that evil aura which was surrounded around him can scare anyone. He look at his watch and smiles his biggest smile.... "Am on time..this award gonna be mine baby" he moves towards media to gain their attention.. "Look Mr Aeron is here " one of the reporters said..they all started moving to him... "Wow..just look at him..he is looking so handsome..." One of the ladies drooling over him.. Aeron was smiling In style, but Suddenly, he saw in the direction those ladies were staring... At the entrance there was a man..dressed in maroon color blazer with white shirt underneath, black pants and gelled hair..beared was properly trimmed..and those eyes...they were completely dark...

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

Aeron did not believe in accidents. Not in war. Not in power. Not in existence. Everything was leverage. Everything was movement. Everything was positioned. But the crack in his shoulder— That had not been part of the design. He felt it as a subtle misalignment. Not pain. Aeron did not experience pain the way mortals did. It was more like static beneath the skin of his reality. A slight delay when he shifted form. A microscopic hesitation when he bent force around him.

Like he had already measured the battlefield— And decided he liked the challenge. His gaze moved between them. Lingering just slightly longer on Kael. “You’re holding back,” Riven said. Kael raised a brow. “From what?” “From him,” Riven replied simply. --- Aeron Reacts That was enough. Aeron stepped forward. The air shifted instantly. “Careful,” he said, voice low. “You’re making assumptions.” Riven turned to him slowly. “And you’re denying something obvious.” --- Spark to Flame Kael felt it snap into place.