Aphmau X Aaron Novels & Stories

(Teary laughing emoji) Andy: and Aaron will be the castrated priest of the church… (Turned teary laughing) Aaron: Andy, don't dare me! Jaxon: You are all heartless. You ought to be sympathizing with me. (Crying) Me: I'm sorry, was I there with you when you decided being a dick is fun? Aaron: I honestly think we are cursed. None of us have ever had any serious interest in women except Mordecai. And eventually, he might end up marrying her, he will break the curse.

He took a step back toward the path, measured and casual, the way you move when you don’t want to signal fear. The wolf circled. Cut him off. “Okay.” Aaron raised his hands, glancing toward the path where his friends had been a moment ago and were no longer. The ravine was suddenly very quiet without the speaker. Just the water, and the wind in the trees, and the sound of his own pulse. “Look. I don’t know who you are. But my father is Harold Mortem.” He said it the way he said everything — with the expectation that the name would do the work.

The dome dissolves, pressure lifting abruptly. I stagger—and immediately get caught by Ethan. “Still with me?” he asks softly. “Unfortunately,” I say weakly. “I think I promised not to die.” Blake flops onto the grass, staring up at the now-normal sky. “I can’t believe we just got audited by a god and survived.” Gravehowl settles back, presence easing. The Hunt stands. The Sleeper’s awareness lingers a moment longer. You did well, little Crown. Don’t make a habit of waking me.

Aaron didn’t say a word. Amora stepped back, brushing invisible dust off her sleeve. “And don’t you dare raise a hand to me. You may be our father’s heir, but I’m still a princess. You lay a finger on me, and—” Smack. Aaron’s hand connected with her cheek before the threat finished leaving her lips. The sound echoed down the corridor like thunder. She gasped, eyes wide, a perfect red mark blooming across her cheek. “I’m your brother,” Aaron said coldly. “And I’ll hit you again if you ever speak about Kael like that.”

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

“Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at Moscow. We have time to ask our questions later, but right now, we have a problem.” “A problem? I just hear that I have a brother and you are discussing ‘a problem’ with me?” I asked, trying to process everything that was happening right now. The man pulled his phone out, showing me a video and I frowned as I looked at the video that he showed me. The voice of a child sounded in the distance, and rather than the cemetery that had Ianos trying to breakout of it as he raged, he was now calm as he held onto the child.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

They kept several horses and a cow for milking. “I need to move my motorbike off the street when we finish eating,” I told Kenner. “It’s in the barn. I hope you don’t mind. Things don’t last long on the street. As soon as Mira told me who our special guest was, I moved it.” “Thank you.” “Since we can’t talk about your life, what if I tell you stories about your father?” This time, it was my eyes that filled with tears. “The guy was eight feet tall, weighed over four hundred pounds, and had only three toes on his right foot, but your father was determined to fight him.”

his father pleaded. “B-But what's going on?” She panicked; her body started to shake in fear. “Father, why are they here?” “Please, Amara! I don't want you to see this!” Argus cried out loud and then looked back at the warriors. “I didn't do it! I swear, I didn't try to kill the Alpha!” Amara's eyes widened. It's as if she felt a lump in her throat that she couldn't breathe properly. She held her chest and leaned against her room door for support. She couldn’t seem to take a grasp of what was happening.

“I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.” He then looked at Serena. “You must feel better, now that he’s here.” Serena lifted her chin defiantly. “You’re wasting your time. Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work.” “But it already is,” Maeron said, and stepped back. “Hope is a beautiful thing. But it’s also the easiest to twist.” He left the chamber with a flourish of his robe, the chains clinking faintly in his wake. The door slammed behind him, leaving them in silence once more.