Aw Man Novels & Stories

Suddenly the fierce wolves retracted their bloodthirsty expressions; they lowered their heads and backed away like obedient puppies greeting their masters. As they drifted apart, a man in a white shirt appeared in the center, unbuttoning his sexy top two buttons. His build is so tall. I consider myself a werewolf with an average height of 1m68, but when standing near that man, I still feel oppressed by his notable appearance. "Are you Alina Scarlet? Your red hair is special." His voice is so deep and seductive; if he weren't an enemy, I would be happy to befriend such a perfect man.

As the shirtless man grew closer, Amy could see how the man’s skin shimmered like the metallic paint on her BMW. She noticed the shirtless man’s ripped blue jeans, which sagged around his waistline. The black bandana tied around his bald head gave him the only human element. Amy’s throat went dry when she got a better look at the mechanized man holding her son. She could clearly see how the robotic man’s design shared 2Pac’s likeness, and it creeped her out. To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life.

Instantly May tried to flee but he's steel like grip was inescapable. "Drink." He ordered pushing May to her knees into from of me. Something about her made my mouth water. I could smell her fear in the air practically taste it on my tongue. Her racing heart was music to my ears and the blood flowing through her veins just below the skin of her neck, begged me to sink my teeth into. "Come on, don't be scared." Lowing himself to ground behind May. "Have a taste." He smirked as two sharp teeth elongated from his mouth barely touch his bottom lip. Fangs, he had fangs. This man truly was not human at all.

All I want to do is whip that look off his face and replace it with happiness. “ Yes he can tell, he felt the same pain you did.” Alex explained “ now after you answer these few questions Ryan and Creed can help teach you about our ways and the history of our people and rules about being a wolf” that brought a smile on his face which I was glad. “ Who is he? The guy you keep talking about?” I asked, leaning against the desk still sitting in Alex’s lap. I can tell he like it because he gripped my hips “ I don’t know his real name, just the one he tells everyone to call him. I can describe what he looks like as well and maybe who of his men” he started

"—Just four ?! Hahahaha, you lunatic! Do you think he can handle everything with just four of his men?" The man was still laughing loudly. As if he didn't want to stop it no matter what. "Right boss, only four." Said the woman earlier, she looked at her boss flatly, her face looked cool, but actually that girl is an ace card for this organization. Nothing can beat the abilities she has. Except for only one person who can match hers abilities, or maybe that person is superior to that girl. Made the woman wearing the sexy black outfit snort low. She felt like she wanted to finish off 'that' person who could possibly rival hers abilities in this country.

Burhan whispered to Aryadi's wolf form. Aryadi growled and muttered his answer using his mind. “That's what makes Hugo called the Cursed, Burhan. He obtained the form of an immortal being fraudulently and in an unusual manner, which was extremely improper. Then the form he could be even more terrifying than it should be. Burhan's head chuckled. “Before that … who was he in the first place?” Aryadi growled again. “Human. He's just an ordinary human … with a mind as mad as a real devil.”

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

Bright eyes always held a twinkle of mischief in them. “What do you want to watch?” I asked, trying to unveil his plan. “Underworld? A Werewolf in London? The Howling?” “I’m sensing a theme.” Gunnar’s motive seemed transparent. Jump scares would lead to cuddling, and I wasn’t ready to move beyond friendship. “How about we stick to Marvel? I’ve never watched them all chronologically.” “That’s thirty-four guaranteed dates! Hell, yeah.” His excitement made me smile. I queued up Captain America: The First Avenger. “Ghost is going to be so pissed.” He laughed to himself.

The man wouldn't even feel it. Wayne was incredibly bulky, broad-shouldered, and packed with solid muscle. He seriously looked like he was built entirely out of stone instead of actual flesh and blood like normal human beings. If I punched him, I’d probably just end up fracturing every single bone in my hand while he stood there and smirked at me. I quickly thought of option number two—scream for help? Still not a fucking reliable plan.

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.