Aeron Bracken Novels & Stories

he growled as he stood up from his throne and walked towards us wearing black chained armor with the mark of the Winged Black Wolf. We were kept down by the shadows controlled by the god of death, but Ayla broke free as she transformed into her passive-aggressive form and ran in front of me to block her father's path. "You won't be able to touch Arie as long as I'm still alive, Father," she snarled while holding a sword against him. "Hah! So, you will only call me 'Father' with her around. I see. You were raised by Lev as his daughter's dog. I should have finished her off a long time ago and brought you back with Hera," he grumbled furiously while transforming into his aggressive form.

he breathes, his words carrying a weight of reverence and longing for the memory that haunts his thoughts. With a steadying breath, Kaden's frustration ebbs away, replaced by a softer expression as he delves deeper into his recollection, each word a brushstroke on the canvas of his memory. "Do you know that the shade of her auburn hair is rare to be found?" he muses, a note of awe lacing his voice as he reminisces about the ethereal beauty that left an indelible mark on his soul.

“No. I would have gladly kicked that bastard, his son, and all those ranked cowards to fight against the General themselves. And I wouldn't have shared a single tear watching their dead bodies.” He chuckled. “Now we're getting somewhere. So you want to save your sister... and maybe a few others.” I blinked, confused, but nodded. “Well, yes.” He grinned then. “That's doable.” “How?” My confusion rose. Aeron chuckled and scratched his head. “You know that I used to be a rogue, right? Well… I used to know a lot of smugglers who moved in and out of the packs' territories. I know the secret tunnels built around the Eastern Valley Pack. I could get you into Hilalville's center without anyone notic

Leah boringly asked while checking her purple painted nails. Aeron mischievously smiled. This was him – his hidden side. He was as merciless as his parents and a part of him that branded as a Dark Wood Pack elite member. “My new invention, the Dream of Death.” He icily told Leah as he put it in the syringe and went near the three men. “P-please…” He heard one of them pleadingly said, making Aeron tremble – now in excitement. He really wanted to hear pleas from people before giving them his inventions – it was making his flesh and blood very satisfied.

He lifted me by the throat once more. “Without me, you are nothing.” His grip tightened. And in that instant— I looked at him clearly and I truly saw him for who he was… Not a warrior, or a bad father, rather a broke Lycan from a broken home with his own share of demons… Just then, I stopped Elton rising behind him slowly. I gave him a small look. Now. We moved at the same time. Elton slashed across Aeron’s side and when his grip faltered, I escaped I drove my claws into his abdomen.