Aphmau Aaron Wolf Novels & Stories

monaye interrupts “ well you did just turn 21 do you think this has something to do with it or did someone do this to you? Have you shifted completely? “ I'm looking at them with complete disbelief and shock. Nonetheless, I have some of the same questions. “Truthfully, I Don't know. The day after my birthday, I confronted Arron about some things, and his response upset me so badly that I went outside to run. The same feeling came over me, but instead, it was pure anger and didn't hurt as much as last night. When it first happened, I didn't remember anything when I woke up. I was in a field at least 20 miles away from here. I thought I had gotten so drunk that I didn't remember anything until

***Amira's POV Gabriel Kosta, my father's enemy had invaded and attacked, killing my father. If he's smart he'll want to kill me too. I run, heading towards my hidden weapons as I hear the sounds of my pack fighting again. 'No!' I growl though our link. We've already lost most of our fighters. 'You want us to submit?'Beta Kindley asks. I can't let the other continue to die when I don't see a way out myself. Somehow Kosta had turned over a hundred rogue werewolves into a pack. Rogues don't usually have a pack.

"I am going to change everything and it's because of you, that I'm so certain. I haven't told anyone this because it was a time that I found doubt in myself–as a shifter and an alpha. A horrible accident nearly killed me when I was in Genoa and it effected my healing, strength, speed; everything," He put his head on her shoulder with a sigh, "I was afraid to lose who I was and in a desperate attempt to heal faster I found... unconventional advice. There is no exact scientifical explanation for rogue wolves because they are like an illness, but what if we introduced that into our normal DNA?" A series of sounds appeared at max volume in her mind, from screams to running steps–the swish of gra

“Who is he? Is he the one protecting Amarah?” “Gabriel Saville is the wolf that’s been protecting Amarah for years.”

Jeff looked up when he heard someone walking in the door. Xylon could barely contain himself as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "It worked! The Dire Wolf Gene is turned off. In fact, it's totally disabled. They tried to turn it back on and it was just down right dead. The antidote apparently can keep it from ever being turned on again." Xylon was grinning ear to ear. Of course, in his excitement, his Greek accent was thicker.

said Frank, slowly getting up. “She isn't immune to sleepy gas, or she wouldn't have gotten captured a few months ago," said Liam. “Shard pain usually does it,” said the werewolf who first talked to them. “I’m Aaron, by the way.” “Like, you dislocate my shoulder through the bar and put it back? Would that work?” “Holy Goddess, it should, yes, but I’d like to keep my head on my shoulders when she gets here.”

Noah asked, as he felt like Scarlett's wolf was giving him a threatening look. “She is not used to her body yet. She might think you wanted to fight with her because of that sound you made at me. You better be careful… oops'' The words were not totally out of Jama's mouth when Scarlett's wolf shot at Noah, but her paws did not get to touch him because Noah's claws elongated, his eyes turned the color of his wolf and he gave her a loud growl that caused her to stop just a foot from him and back away in fear. But Scarlett's wolf stopped, shook her fur and was on Noah in the next seconds. “Well, I guess this is my cue to keep. My work here is done” Jama turned to walk out and at the same time,

“Zak, whose the fourth wolf?” Sighing, Zak finally moves to answer me back. “The fourth wolf was another black wolf, but that wolf also had four white paws. And there’s only one wolf that we know that has that.” At the mention of Aaron does Vox move to growl. Aaron nothing but a self-righteous prick who thought he knew more than anyone else. Aaron one of my biggest rivals since Alpha school. And if it wasn’t for that one fact alone then Aaron and I could have been friends.

She had fallen into a heavy sleep and missed the sounds of someone approaching. "There, there, little wolf," Aaron said, kneeling beside the she-wolf. He could see leaves and mud coating her thick white fur. He leaned down and heaved her bulk in his arms, carrying her carefully back to his white 2019 F-250 pickup. After he laid her on the back seat he made a call to Dylan and Oscar asking them to meet him at his home and prepare the white room for a guest.

None had ever seen their prince like this, undone, stripped to the bone by something deeper than war over boarders and boundaries. “Alaric!” Aaron’s inner voice broke between human and wolf, his throat raw, his chest heaving. “Come back! Do you hear me? You’re not gone. You can’t be gone!” He clawed at the rock face as if he could tear the mountain apart to bring his brother back. His howls grew hoarse, breaking into snarls, then into a hollow, strangled sound that was almost a sob. The ocean only roared. And yet, Aaron refused to stop. Again and again, he howled into the abyss, his wolf’s voice carrying across the black waters, a promise, a demand, a desperate tether cast into the void.