Aragorn Novels & Stories

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

He smiled—just a small, rare curve of his lips—but it made my whole world tilt. We made our way through the palace, moving toward the stables where the horses were already prepared. Kiara was waiting there too, dressed in full armor, her sword strapped across her back. She grinned when she saw me in the Blood Moon cloak, giving me a short, approving nod. "You look like one of us now," she said. I smiled back, feeling the first sparks of pride flicker inside me. The horses stamped and snorted, eager to be on the move. Alexandro’s black stallion, a massive creature named Arion, tossed his head impatiently. My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and br

I shot him a glare. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Dennis, his best friend and of course the Beta of the pack. Let’s get along well. And oh, don’t you worry too much about Arthur here, he can be a pain in the neck sometimes but he is cool, trust me…” Dennis stepped forward and extended his hand to her. She glared at his hand for a while but took it, much to my surprise. “Eleanor.” She added after taking his hand.

"Are you... are you the man in that house?" - Lily said fearfully. “Which house? I don't understand." He tried to deny it, but his face showed a lie. He smiled faintly at Lily. From behind, Elias had chased, he shouted: "Stop!" Douglas did not stop, but went faster. He has extraordinary strength, running at a speed like the wind. But Elias had always been called the god of wind, and in a short time, he was standing right in front of Douglas.

he asked, pretending to be in deep thought. "You're worse than him." Raziah spoke out again and Aragorn nodded his head in agreement. "I agree I am the worst, I'm the baddest and it's not my fault you failed to see right through me. I love you Raziah I won't deny it but we are not meant to be. I am meant for greatness." He told her and then he dipped one of his fingertips on her slit throat and licked off the blood on it. "But then again, I can't let this blood to waste." he added and his fang came out and he sank them on the same throat.

"Fuck you, Langit!" Alvaro Zeinial Alexander, the younger brother of Keira and the same person as the man who claimed to be Cherry's lover. From that moment on, he chose to wipe out those who were responsible for his sister's death.

Despite that, it hurt me much more than it should have. “Are you alright?” Cassius asked softly and grabbed my arm, examining my wound. “Does it hurt you?” I just shook my head and looked around for Luther, but he was nowhere to be seen. “I really didn’t realize about the tree,” I mumbled. Cassius shook his head. “You should have been alert in the forest because many trees grow old and fall over.” ******** Third Person

Finally picking up my subconscious, I lifted my gown and started fast walking behind them. I swear I wasn't prepared to see the scene which unfolded in front of me. Papa and all his men were kneeling down on their knees. Their hands raised up. Tons of guns pointed at their heads. I saw the eldest Aragorn sitting on his chair and his eyes glaring in a particular direction. I followed his line of gaze and found a man wearing black tuxedo with a white skull brooch on his chest. My eyes trailed up and clashed with a pair of striking blue. And the shocking fact is that the pair of striking blue is staring right into my eyes. His lips pulled up into a smirk.