Aslan Novels & Stories

Titus was surprised to see the werewolf’s white eyes when he turned around. “You are not an Alpha, but your fur is black. What are you?” “My name is Ansel. I’m sure you have never heard of it. I’ll enlighten you; I’m very rare and ten times stronger than you ever will be, Alpha. I could kill you right now if I wanted to, but it would be too easy. I want you to partake in the pain first.” “Ansel? No wonder the Devil was scared. Why have you chosen to fight me? I don’t remember ever making you angry.”

89 ANNALISE I stood in the clearing, the remnants of our victory still echoing in my ears, I turned to face Janet. The moment felt monumental, heavy with the weight of our shared past. I had witnessed her strength, her courage, and I knew she was ready to lead the pack into a new future. “Janet,” I began, my voice steady. “I am handing you the leadership of the pack. You are their alpha now. You have the strength and wisdom to guide them.”

“Vogar is holding her captive. Not captive like…. They’re in a dick and pussy business and the last time she went to transit with him, she never returned. I knew he was the culprit cos my sister told me everything about him. But something she didn't know was the fact that he was a bad bastard.” “And your father?” Daisy finally spoke up. “What did he do about it? He is an Alpha and holds so much power.” “Huh? Alpha? What do you mean?” My confused gaze darted in the direction of Daisy, seeking more explanation. “Her father is Alpha Atlas of the Cage Moon pack,” Daisy informed me.

"ASLAN!" Marquess Aslan, who had just received the emergency distress signal alongside that guttural, panicked shout from his lover, dropped the documents in his hand without a glance. He exploded out of his study window. In a flash of raw power, two massive white wings burst from his back, beating the air furiously as he rocketed toward his lover's location.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

In fact, if he smiled at you, you'd feel like you won a lottery. Ashley was the biggest bitch in their grade. She tried to be in control of every damn thing even when it wasn't her business. She always frowned like we would die if she smiled. Nobody liked her. That's why she and senior Mason were regarded as the worst in their grade. They were stiff, rude and very irritating, at least to me.

A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips. Of all the days I could fall sick, it had to be the day I was returning home to claim what was rightfully mine, the position of the Alpha of Blackwood pack. "Do you think it's nervousness?" My wolf, Zander asked. He too was disturbed by my uneasiness as it would whimper whenever the ache intensified as it had been doing since it began. "No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy."

Before he could reply Tyson, Zarina and Caleb appeared in front of us abruptly. Tyson lunged at Aslan and grabbed him by his neck. His eyes blazed as he said, “Do you have any idea what you have done, Aslan! You just added all my enemies to her list. I should kill you for this!” I was furious with Aslan but that didn’t mean I wanted Tyson to kill him or punish him. I grabbed Tyson’s hand and said, “He was just trying to save me, Tyson…” “He should have taken my permission first!”

"Just wanted to make sure everything was okay." "There are guards," he comments drily. "You're safer upstairs." Despite his dismissal, I hold my ground. He bends over to grab a small towel from a stool, using it to rub some of the sweat from his face. He is unfairly beautiful, his physique like nothing I’ve seen before. Alpha’s are meant to be above the rest of us, but this is just borderline supernatural. He's slender, yet each muscle he has is like carved perfection, glistening under the one swinging light above us.

Type cut in. Allen rolled his eyes. "Your parents are, and after they hear Ash last name what do you think they're going to do? It's not a lot of people on that particular surname in country, and he doesn't need any more stress than he already is. But hey Type Win, tell your parents not to mess with my mouse. Or I will fucking kill them and then chop them into small pieces. If those piece of shit try to play their dirty game and even try to touch my mouse. I will destory your hole fucking family"