Aw Man Novels & Stories

He was an old man with a long white beard, focused eyes, and imposing manner. Amna immediately lowered his head and gave me a bow. “Master,” he said, very respectfully. Amna - the third king of the werewolves, and the werewolf who held the greatest healing magic in history. To be exact, he was but the soul of Amna that I summoned and materialized through my power, with his full consciousness and knowledge like when he was alive. I gave him a short glance before chuckling. “If others could see you, they would laugh at how the previous werewolf king hurriedly bowed towards a simple alpha,” I told him.

"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.

maybe she has realised it was too much of her pretending and not knowing her limit. I was too busy in my practice that I didn't realise I wasn't able to find Aman and Shanaya! where the hell they are? "what's wrong?" the same man asked out of courtesy maybe he is not the hostile one though he doesn't look like one. his face reminds me as he is an army man, with his lean and tall figure, he looks more compassionate in his physique which is a very rare thing to find. "Here take this," he extended his arm and offered me a cup

There is elaborate division of furs and fabrics is torn, and I keep walking and calling his name softly as the panic builds inside me with every moment. And I was right, Alfred is being devoured, but not by a giant wolf. The animal is another, a treacherous human named Amanayara who moans so loudly with each attack that not even the two of them can notice my presence, let alone my parents and Richard being attacked by wolves...

I whisper and Ava giggles as a guy's arm snakes around my waist, I'm pulled into a hard chest and so is Ava. We both look at each other and smile, the guy is huge, but I don't like to be manhandled, "let go, you didn't ask permission." I arch my brow at him and he laughs, "It's dancing not fucking little wolf, don't be so uptight," he pulls us closer. Ava laughs, "you have no idea who your fucking with, My Alpha doesn't take kindly to men that are crude and rude," she smiles big at him, baring her canines."

THE MAN IN YELLOW

He added. “O... Ok, let’s help him.” Megumi said blushed. They both then approach him. Alfi covers the guy’s leg with the magic curtain to heal his broken leg. “Feeling better?” Alfi asked. “Yes, thank you.” He answered reluctantly. “What is your name?” Megumi asked. “Awan. Name’s Awan (Literally meaning: cloud).” He answered. “Ok, Awan. What made you fall anyway?” Alfi asked friendly.