Aslan Novels & Stories

He let out a heavy sighed before walk into the town. Even considered as the weakest one, the young wolf man still stronger than an ordinary human. He won't lose in combat with them But, he can't win if he had a fight with the man who get his father's blessing. The protector of this frozen island, once, called as Aslanian. An entity lower than God but higher than human. He got a job to protecting this frozen land. In the past, Aslanian was considered as the strongest among the Four Protectors, who spreading into different direction.

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

The man laughed bitterly. "I'm Alonso, the alpha of the nightwalker pack. I will only trade once and if you deny then there'll be war." He snickered. Alonso looked at two of the dead bodies of his warriors before looking down at the deadly claws on his chest that were bleeding along with the wounds on his arms and back. "Don't worry, I'll make her pay on your behalf," Alonso hissed as Rasmus gnashed his teeth forcing his body but it was of no avail.

Mia asked. "No" "I'm going to cast their wolves out then" "Wait wait wait. It's not you, the one to cast it out is the rogue himself. Just like us normal wolves. There's a place you can send your wolf either temporarily or permanently" "I have the gift for that aspect. You heard of alpha Tartal?" "Yes" "I permanently cast out his wolf as a punishment" Kyle gasped in shock. "Are you serious? I mean...you are a human not some goddess. Even the moon goddess can't interfere in a wolf exile"

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Luna trains the choreography for the presentation, with a teacher from the academy. “So Luna. After doing the round, open your legs a little and lift your right foot”. “I need to train Aslan more at this very end”. “When I lift you up high, you are already positioning your legs when they touch the ground”. Volkan opens the door and watches the training for a while and feels jealous when he sees Aslan touch Luna. “I think I improved Aslan.” Aslan and Luna smile making Volkan angry.

He lowered his body, looking up at me as I kneeled down on my right knee, rubbing his muzzle gently. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept you as my mate, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.” I said, looking him dead in the eye. The two of us didn’t need our words to speak, I knew that we would be able to communicate by just our gazes. “And nothing, not a single thing, is ever going to change that. I give you my word, my loved Alpha…”

Not to mention how kissable his thin, pouting lips were. Aslan was half Turkish. His eyes were a deep brown. He had been tall since the day he arrived at their place. His hair had been so long then, as if scissors or razors weren’t a thing in his province. He had a very brooding, intimidating personality, and no one made him smile easily—except for his mother. He was way beyond suitable for the role of a male lead in a drama series or even a movie. When you say Aslan, it definitely means godlike charm and gorgeousness.