Aslan Novels & Stories

A few days after the nightclub incident, Aslan was very upset. He did not understand what he was going through, and it made him feel uncomfortable. Since the results of his second gender test had been given before he met Skylar, nothing like the nightclub incident had ever happened. Not once or twice had Aslan encountered Alphas or even fought with them. Well, Aslan's life was never free of arguments, disagreements, and fights. Dealing with other Alphas makes him uncomfortable, and only the strongest in dominance can defeat other Alphas. Aslan has never lost in domi

Carlisle shoved Fred to his knees in the centre of the clearing, his hands still held firmly behind his back. "Talk," Carlisle demanded, his voice cold. "What’s your pack and rank?" Fred glared up at him, his jaw clenched. "Fred Munuro, A theta in, Moonstone Pack. I’m a detective in Crescent City. I’m here investigating a case. Now, who are you?" "That’s Asher Montefort," Carlisle finally said, gesturing towards Asher. "The Alpha prince." Fred’s blood ran cold. The Alpha prince. He had heard stories and whispers of Asher’s power and his unwavering control over his pack. But Fred had never imagined he’d come face to face with him, especially not like this. He immediately bowed in submission.

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

I heard the door slam open and the object of my thoughts came in leaving it open behind him. "Ah, you're finally awake,” he said mockingly, his ruddy face giving me a sinister smile, "Okay, so I can tell you about my plans. In an hour, I will meet your faithful dog. He will give me what I want, I will give him what he wants. I’ll go very far and very fast and thus we will all come out winning, don’t you think?” Faithful dog? Alex. My heart beat wildly. Alex was alive and fighting for me.

I realized I hadn't responded to the cub, getting lost in my thoughts instead, "Every time I close my eyes I see how weak she looked and how she could barely move let alone speak." "You've seen worse, Ace. Look, you know she's fine now so get a drink and calm your thoughts. You could always make the drive to see me or do a job," shuffling sounded on Jericho's end of the line until I could hear the sound of a microwave and then a dog barking. I missed Slash — Jericho's German Shepherd; only a little bit. "Can't do a job, remember?" I grumbled, balling my hands in tight fists until my nails dug into my palm.

Alyne : Bruh, are you busy? Aslan : No, my class is free until the last lesson. Why? Alyne : Can I ask you a favor? Aslan : What can I do for you? Alyne : My head hurts really bad, bro, can you take me home? Aslan : Wait in class, don't go anywhere. Alyne came out of her chat room with Aslan. She sighed softly, then put her cell phone back into her bag. She wants to go home, she can't focus on studying with a headache and a broken mood.

Aslan’s phone rang, and he answered with a steely voice, “What do you want?” The voice on the other end of the line chuckled, a cold and calculated sound. “Ah, the great Aslan Ivankov. He was so concerned about his precious wife. Well, let’s see how far that concern takes you.” Aslan’s grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Enough games. Tell me what you want.” The voice taunted him; the words dripping with malice. “We want your undivided attention, Aslan. We want you to suffer the way we have.”

He shoots me a threatening glare, and instead of averting my gaze I locked my eyes on him while I say, "I'd like to challenge Alpha Marcus Ysrael for the position of Alpha of Cruelcrest Hounds Pack," All jaws dropped and their eyes quickly traveled to my father who is now standing from his chair, glaring murderously right at me.

The other two spring forward to attack in a blur of fur while heavy footsteps drum against the floor, Reid and Gray rushing in behind the wolves and heading straight for Fallon and Serena. It's the Alphas. All of them. Theo, Jax, and Brock work together in their wolf forms like trained assassins to corral Daniel, sinking their teeth into his flesh in an effort to disarm him. I’m not sure which one of them got shot, but whoever it was isn’t showing any signs of injury as the three of them savagely rip into him as more gunshots pop off. Chase dives back on top of me to pull the last splintered piece of wood from my binds, planting his hands and knees on either side of my body and pushing up to