Aslan Novels & Stories

"Right. I love how you care for them." "Believe me when I say that they take care of themselves more than I take care of them. You should hear the noise they make when they are not busy. Their discussions are super noisy, it's just my luck that I am not always in the house." He said, "The rest fall asleep before I come back from work. Only Sara keeps awake till she sees me." "She's faithful." "Faithful and intimidating at the same time." He said with a smile. "Have you eaten?"

After three hours of sitting in that carriage, my backside was throbbing. The first thing I saw was tall stone walls that made up the front of the packhouse. A large sum of warriors stood guard outside. They watched every movement, every step, every breath we made. A large man who I’m assuming is an Alpha stands a few feet away from us. He’s and older man with short black hair, kind brown eyes, and a nose that has been broken one too many times. He wears a long sleeved red shirt, a fastened black vest, and long black boots with two buckles on the side. He’s accompanied by a second large man, who I’m guessing is his Beta. This man is bald, has blue eyes, and a thin long nose. His lips are thi

We went silent for a moment and I was about to bid him goodnight when Aslan came running: “Alpha I have been trying to join you through the mind-link,"he said panting. “What is wrong?" he asked Aslan who was trying hard to breathe. To me, as a beta, Aslan seemed weak and that is why he was panting after running around the house. Seems like I had to give Arden a new task, our beta needed a new training plan. As a beta wolf, he was supposed to be able to control his breathing because real wolves could control their breathing.

"Oh, little Ash, you will make a fine dragon, but you have a lot to learn about your Uncle Laryn." The change in Ashrac happens so fast it surprises me. Regardless of Sarn's hold, the boy fights like a demon and lands one kick after another. "Don't call me little. I remain the mightiest dragon to ever live." He somehow manages to get close enough to sink his teeth into the top of Sarn's leg. "Ohhh, you brat," Sarn yells out. He releases Ashrac's neck and lifts his hand to strike him. Ashrac throws himself backward over the cliff.

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.

For now, Kane was out of sight—but certainly not out of mind. The man with the scar, known only as Malek to those in his inner circle, exchanged a glance with his second-in-command, Borden. They were both seasoned professionals, men who had spent years in the shadows of a world few people dared to imagine existed. They didn’t operate out of some twisted vendetta. This was business, and business was booming.

Atalanta, who had sat up to watch what her Father was doing, spluttered angrily, ‘Mating Ceremony? What the fuck are you talking about Wolf? I have agreed to nothing.’ Aslan looked at the Lycanthrope, everything he heard about the English Leader was true, for a man he was incredibly beautiful, a perfect male, everything about him was exactly right. He was not just good looking though, he was smart, intelligent, kind, and warm-hearted, he was also strong and brave he had fought beside them willingly. He was the consummate Mate for his precious daughter and he smiled across to him

I roll and land on my feet, snarling as I face him. “You’re gonna regret this, Osiris,” Darius spits, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. He wipes it away with the back of his hand, eyes blazing with crimson fury. His wolf is close to the surface, his pupils blown wide as he gets to his feet. “Big talk for a piece of shit who just got slammed into the dirt,” I growl, pacing to the side, ready to strike again. Darius snarls, his lips curling back to reveal his sharp canines. His strength is undeniable. The bastard’s an Alpha, after all, and there’s raw power thrumming through his veins.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

Lola’s P.o.v Alpha Bran had quickly learned not to underestimate me. He hadn’t expected my speed, having to push himself to land the easiest of blows. Alpha Bran was a skilled opponent, but I had trained against Alpha Asher on multiple occasions. Alpha Asher’s fighting style was brute force coupled with intense analyzing. Alpha Asher analyzed each target, noticing their differences and the way they fought. Alpha Bran did no such thing, treating me the same as he would any other opponent.