Aphmau Characters Novels & Stories

Christiana exhaled slowly. “Enough,” she said. A pause. “If you want in, then you prove you’re not a threat.” Amara’s brow lifted slightly. “And how do I do that?” she asked. Christiana’s eyes flicked to the phone in her hand. “You start by lowering that,” she said. Amara didn’t move. “Not happening,” she replied calmly. Joy chuckled softly. “She’s not stupid,” she said. Christiana shot her a look. “And you’re not helping.”

He thought he heard her wrong. “What name did you say, Amarah?!” Gavin asked intently, stepping into her line of sight. Amarah looked at her father, her lips trembling at his harsh tone. “Monroe.” She stated lightly. She looked up at Clayton. “Remember that elderly man I told you about who is cranky? The one you saw me talking to a few days ago. Monroe Williams. He’s also like you. He transformed into one as well and fought the three wolves.” “What does he look like, Mari?!” Her father demanded intently.

Amaria begged and attempted to free herself, but it didn't work. “ You and your comrades know that it is a great sin to interact with Daemons or to even come in contact with one, right?” He asked again as he raised his right eyebrow and continued,“ but you travel with a Daemon ”. That's when Amaria finally noticed. ' Ammon? Where is he?! ' “ Where is he? Where is Ammon? What did you do to him? ” She cried out with a hostile gleam in her eyes; her face warped with rage.

“You beat all those werewolves, Girl. But, how is that possible?” Apollo had been watching since earlier. He didn't mean to interfere, but because he saw the strange thing and had to bring Amora back to the pack house, he said, “Amora is a very strong werewolf. That's why she was able to defeat all those enemies.” ***

She was almost keeping pace with Darth. Elphaba is a pure witch so she rides with Liam wolf, auntie Narhiah is like us, a hybrid of witch and giant, so she has a wolf that will take her to Untamed Vixen but when we arrived at the pack...we found the most shocking surprise. Blood spilled, many were hurt and Alex was inside the packhouse, lying bleeding. "Alex!" I quickly approached—in human form—and when I realized he still had breath I didn't hesitate to heal him.

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

Achilles nodded to Helga encouraging her to explain. “Well, with the help of our Queen and Prince Achilles, we learnt that, Dhampirs that happen to have familiars often have differing abilities, for example, the ability to partially shift and they are able to access abilities that are normally exclusive to their familiars,” Helga explained. Seraphina nodded slowly in understanding.

"We need a new COO." "So hire one." I flipped to another page, yawning and pretending to give a shit about this wordiest contract I'd ever read my entire life. It was for Luxoria's newly hired employees. "Charr loves being the doting daddy," I muttered, forcing a laugh. "Give it a few weeks. Then he's not gonna show up for work anymore." "I know." Mamma chuckled. "We need to train Artur soon. Or Amara." "Whoever's more ambitious and less family-oriented," I quipped. Amara would be the better choice, though, my older cousin who's basically Ricchar's female version.

I asked as I dropped my medicine bag on the bed and moved closer to check on my father, who was still sleeping. “Ma went to get some meat and the ingredients for the medicine soup you left because we were not sure of when you will be back and I already gave Papa the last bowl,” She explained. “Did you see a big guy when you arrived?” Carla asked as she stood up and looked around again. “Yeah, at the front door. Who is he?” I implored. “He said he's Amoux. The Alpha King Beta.” Carla announced. “Ah?! The Alpha King Beta?” I countered in disbelief.

His brown eyes held the depth of hate he never failed to unleash. He moved closer, eyes trailing from my face to Vale's, "you wish to be a Rogues daughter and a traitor? Isn't the world cruel enough for you?" He huffed, before looking back at me, he moved closer pulling my chin up to meet his eyes directly, "and you- a keffer?" He grinned as I held my position, "perhaps it's as low as it gets-" "The clothes are mine." A voice stated. We all turned to look behind us. There stood AMA. Grey eyes, healthy Raven hair, and face still youthful despite her age.