Aphmau Characters Aaron Novels & Stories

“Yes, I am Luna's friend. Introduce my name, Aaron! The real Aaron " "The real Aaron?" Ace answered what I asked, "Yes, because there are two Aaron on this campus, so he is the real Aaron."

When the brush finally rustles and a small pack of shifters steps out into view, I make my way to the head of our brigade, feeling Wren follow me closely. At the helm of the pack is indeed an alpha with a dark golden coat. Behind him is another smaller shifter, female, with a silky brown coat. Fanning out in a V-formation are his enforcers, all of them keeping a distance from my own, but still focused intently on our party. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I drawl. The alpha shifts to his feet, straightening himself to face me. "Aaron Hampton, I presume." "Hm," is all I reply with.

But here I stood, empty of empowerment, barren of courage. But no sooner had despair reached its peak than the shriek of a snowmobile cut through the chaos, sending waves of hope rushing through me. I turned toward the sound, breath caught in my throat. There, piercing the fog of battle like the tip of a spear, was Aaron. He was a warrior dressed in white pants, the fabric tight against his body as he charged into the chaos. My mouth opened to scream, to call out to him to turn back, to not be reckless—after all, he was human against that relentless wave of wolfkind—but at that moment, my voice went silent.

“We have Healers who can touch a wounded individual and correct the injury. We have Sirens who can use their beguiling skills to influence the action of others. We have Manipulators and Emotional Feelers as well. There are others.” “Do you have a special talent?” Aaron asked. Ward smiled. “Yes,” he said, and left it at that. For some reason, Aaron did not feel the need to ask more. “So, we will continue to go through this… Transformation process?” “Yes.” “And then what?” Kian asked.

Ohhh boy, he isn't going to let this topic go easily. I groan at constantly being treated like a baby. "You know aiden and roseline are our very close friends. We kinda brought up together. So both Aaron and rosaline is like you and Janice to us. For once I would have considered approving Aaron for you but not after all the heroic sh*t. I am going to tell you something ella and I want you to listen to me with open mind." I don't know why but anxiety starts to arising inside me. "Aaron runs a mafia clan. He's the king of America mafia. The ultimate leader." By each passing word my mind seals automatically. My breathe hitched, brain got jammed and body refuse to move. How many more shocks are

Amanda begged, which is unusual. This is the first time she heard Amanda say the word: please. “Beta…” However, Dillion remained calm and just watched his attendees beating Cole. Cole took the thrashing blow to blow. At this moment, he was powerless against the man beside Emily. He shrieks, and his mother pleaded with Dillion in tears—the sight that Emily wished to happen as Amanda’s karma. She didn’t know that it would happen this very day. However, even if she despised them to death, she still feels pity for them. She tried her luck and faced Dillon. When their eyes met, she whispered, “please, stop.”

he warned hanging up. I looked at my phone. If he thought this would force me to help him, he is dead wrong. I held on to Aura who was shaking after seeing all the blood. "It's ok, nobody will hurt you or our pups, I promise." I kissed the top of her head. I linked Malachi and Delmor, "I need you both to my quarters now. Karn left me a gift and threatened Aura." "On our way Alpha," I heard them answer before closing the link.

I tell her just as I feel someone connecting with me. "Alpha, we have an urgent message from Amara. She says Ekron is planning on turning a human at his ceremony this evening. To prove he is just as blessed by the Moon Goddess as you are. He has a human volunteering to be turned." My blood runs cold and as the message is coming through I sprint upstairs to my friends. Damien and Gale are sitting alone watching TV as though it's any regular night. "Where's Ollie?" I practically shout, unable to hold my panic.

Alpha Michael's POV My head is pounding as I try and open my eyes, I hear people's voices surrounding me, my body is warmer than usual, a voice I know squels, "it's working, I feel it." Charlie?, is that Charlie?, yes, now I remember she's here and so is Braddock. My head pounds again harder this time, it feels as though a sledge hammer is crushing my skull. I'm so tired, but the pain in my head is keeping me from sleep and whatever she's thinks is working is creating this pain, she needs to stop. I hear Braddock's voice, let try another, perhaps it's what truly triggered his anger. I hear the door open and a soft gasp, the sweetest scent hits my nose and the pain vanishes from my head,

“No. It can’t be her. I can’t face her again. Don’t make me go. Please.” “It’s the only way, Aaron. Tara is an expert potioneer. She’ll have just the potion for what I have in mind.” Aaron stiffened. “Tara?” “Yeah. Tara Tomas. That’s her name.” Aaron slumped against the backrest, sighing in relief. “I take it she isn’t your witch?” Aaron narrowed his eyes at Keyah. He didn’t trust the glint of mischief in her eyes. “I don’t have a witch. And no, that isn’t her name.”