Lotm Amon Novels & Stories

He replied. A soldier walked in and went up to meet Amon, “My Lord, there are no words from the beta. He has not been seen since he left, he didn't reach the destination either.” “What in world is Bron doing when my pack is in a turmoil?” Amon asked and banged his hand on the table in frustration. I wondered who this beta is and why Amon is keen on having him present “Are you sure no one saw him, at all?” Amon asked again.

They live and breathe power. Upon setting his feet on the ground from the stairs, Aamon continued to talk. “The second thing I wanted you to know is….” He stopped and then looked at me. Then I started to wonder what he would say for him to give me such a gaze. Aamon heaved a deep sigh and then continued, “I also found my mate on the continent of Embers. She’s a human.” And after Aamon said that, Elisa emerged from where he came from — from the top of the stairs.

In his hand, there was a document with a black cover. “What?” Amon’s voice was cold. “Are you blind?” “Ahh… I know you are resting. But this is urgent,” Doctor Rayhan stopped right near the outer plant barrier. “The Levato Company.” Amon glanced at me for a split second. His hand snatched the document from Doctor Rayhan’s hand. I remembered that company belonged to Johan, to Eliana. My eyes and Amon’s eyes locked. “I’ll take care of it,” Amon shifted his gaze away from me and strode away while placing his cigarette onto the ashtray his servant was holding.

Amelia: The knock on the loft door was not a knock at all… it was the slam of judgment. Before I could rise, before the breath had even filled my lungs, the door was kicked open. Snow swept in, and with it came two of Liam’s men. I knew them well, most of them were guards at posts back in the pack house. Most worked under Beta Kai… Their eyes were cold, unyielding. I took a step back, wanting to find a way to run, but I could feel them everywhere…

If things got out of hand, perhaps Lucifer might also get dragged into the situation but for now, it was up to him to make things right. He was trying to figure out the problem with his trusted advisor - Amon. Amon was a fallen angel and the seventh of the 72 spirits of soloman. In Hell, Amon is a strong and powerful marquis. He appears first as a wolf, but on a magician's command, he will take on the shape of a man with a raven's head and dog's teeth. He accurately tells about the past and the future. He also makes men and women fall in love with each other and he settles disputes between friends and enemies. Amon rules over 40 legions of demons.

“I am protecting my human.” “Protecting him against what? Prey tell, what does your human say about what you just fucking did?” Aamon spat at him, stepping in his line of sight and blocking his view of Olivia. His wolf’s eyes dropped to look at the grass and then the bright blue flickered back to their normal brown color. Bucho dropped to the ground onto his knees and Aamon stepped back, giving up control. I was shocked he didn’t do more, but he just padded into the back of my mind, sitting quietly.

There were footsteps approaching, so I turned around to find my dad scoping the refrigerator. "Guess who I got to have a good chat with today," he spoke. "Nearly an hour, too. Nice to talk to an old friend every now and then." "Who?" I asked, knowing all too well. "James." "You talk to him all the time, dad," I said, smiling. "How are they up there?" "Well enough. Better than that, I'm guessing. Leon really brought up the company since he took charge." "He's always been a good businessman," I murmured, my tongue suddenly heavy. "They're a good team.”

He passed through the workers, his sharp gaze taking in every effort and flaw, when Simon’s horse emerged beside his. “Alpha, it’s done,” Simon reported. “News is already spreading, Lady Althea is not Cain’s daughter. We made sure the details supporting it are reaching every corner.” “Good.” Gavriel’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “And this man… Amon. Did we uncover anything about him?” Simon scratched at the back of his head. “Alpha, you only ordered us this morning. Our men are still tracking. It would be easier if we had a sketch. There are too many Amon in the kingdom.”

“That is war.” “It already is,” Amaya says. “Now we write it on paper.” A scrape sounds in the tunnel mouth. We all turn. The lantern breath trembles. “Garran?” a voice calls softly. Not Garran. Younger. Scared. Amon slips in, wet to the knees, hair pasted to his forehead. He clutches a saddle strap like a talisman. “They are searching the drains,” he gasps. “Not here yet, but soon. And Lucian, sir, the Alpha is with them. He looks like he will tear the walls down.”

Do you know why your name is Amon? - It was the name my mother chose. - No. Dimon Shadow, your father, chose that name especially for you. Your name means “the hidden one”. Amon is also the name of the Marquis of Hell, the one who commands forty legions of lesser demons. Like him, you will command legions of werewolves less than you. That will restore justice and the good name of your family. Choosing your name was the greatest proof of the love your father had given you. It means that he hid you from the eyes of the world so that, even if he died, you would follow in his footsteps, as he followed in his father's footsteps.