Aslan Novels & Stories

And then— Stillness. But even in stillness, some things remember. And wait. For her. Queen of fire. Queen of wolves. Alpha.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

’ Then we both spot him across the battlefield, the huge, stark white and silver wolf of Alpha King Cassian, charging into battle toward another wolf we can’t mistake for any other: the jet-black fur of the enemy, Assanan. Everyone in the battle seems to freeze mid-fight just to watch these two lock jaws. My Alpha King’s moves are swift and cunning, and I know they’d quickly dispatch just about anyone else, but Assanan seems to anticipate his moves to counter them. Assanan makes mistakes, though. His offense is lacking. He snaps out with his jaws without taking a moment to aim or making sure his timing is right. He’s good at defense, but there’s no way he’ll cause any harm to my Alpha King.

“What did it play?” “Anything about footwear?” Sonja asked, standing to shoot the runner. “There’s a scuff.” Wolf squinted. “Short lug, broad track. Tradie boot. Redbacks, if you want to get brand-loyal.” Bruno rolled a shoulder. “Tradies who buy dongles and bridge RCDs. Terrific.” ASIO OPERATIONS SUITE — 10:02 A.M.

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."