Aaron Lycan Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

It's not like she witnessed it herself, but she heard many stories regarding it. It happened twenty-four years ago. 24 years ago, the first official Lycan prince was born, the firstborn of the Lycan King after many years of marriage. The little Lycan prince lived for ten days before he was killed in an assassination. If the infant was still alive now, he must have been 24 years old. Unfortunately, God never granted life to that poor baby. Amelia has been hearing about the infant Lycan prince from the villager since she was five. And every time they would talk about him, an evil laugh and an atrocious smile would always be on their faces.

"How is that possible?" A hint of mystery covered Orcenal's eyes. It was the first time in Liam's life that he felt this kind of feeling. It was threatening... it was cold and terrifying. It might not be an exaggeration to say that Liam is the strongest man on earth right now. He was the only Alpha Lycan who mastered , and even Heinrich, as an Archmage, was not sure he could defeat Liam one-on-one. That was why he was startled by Orcenal's presence right now.

Aaron replied, walking out of the hall. Fred's brows furrowed when he saw his son's ignorance toward the Lycan princess. "Aaron" Hardin called out, moving toward him. Aaron paused, turning his head to Lifaya's father. He was a very powerful man in the Lycan realm. "Yes, Mr. Stone?" Hardin gave him a polite look and asked, "Why don't you go with her? She will be disheartened." Aaron glanced at Lifaya, whose eyes were fixed on him with disappointment.

"If you have one, I'd love to hear it." He was quiet for a moment. Then he looked up. "Become acting Lycan King." I blinked. For a second I thought I'd misheard him. "What?" "You heard me." I stared at him. "Aaron, that's ridiculous." "No, it isn't." "Yes, it is." I pushed away from the table and stood. The suggestion was so absurd that I didn't even know where to begin. "I'm not a Lycan." Aaron shrugged. "Neither was Ryan when people first started following him."

The remaining two started running, seeing the psycho wolf who was behind their lives and wanted to kill them mercilessly. It didn't take Rex long to catch them. He injured one of the warriors with his paw, making him fall on the ground and run behind the other who was running in his wolf form. He went ahead of him, blocking his way in the same manner they did with Alice. He growled and then held that warrior wolf with his neck. As a son of Lycan and a higher rank wolf, Aaron has mixed power of both. His wolf is much bigger than that warrior wolf. It was like a big wolf holding a pup in his mouth. Rex killed that warrior by breaking his neck and then throwing his body away.

My father's Lycan watches me with a mixture of pride and caution, while King Blake's Lycan stands as a sentinel, commanding respect and obedience. The air is thick with the scent of change and power, and I know that this night marks a turning point in my life. I am no longer just Caden; I am a Lycan, a warrior, a son of the alpha. And as I look up at the moon, I vow to prove myself worthy of this new identity, to embrace the challenges and triumphs that lie ahead. The hunt for my mate may be just beginning, but I am ready, stronger than ever, and determined to claim what is rightfully mine.

Ariana Eadon, that's my name. I am the daughter of Beta, who is an expert in fighting. But the fact is, I've always been claimed to be a flawed Lycan. The Lycan will grow up and 'linked' when they are 16 years old, but I'm not. I am now 18 years old. I still haven't ‘linked' with my wolf, even yet my wolf is then active. I have not felt the taste become a wolf.

In fact, he only acted out of instinct now as he'd lost all rationality. He hopped from one roof to the next in broad day light of the evening, not caring about being exposed. After a few moment, the lycan arrived at the rooftop of a building close to the arcade and quickly scanned the area in search for Kyley. He looked into the restaurant and just as he expected there was no trace of Kyley, nor the guys. He rushed towards the other end of the rooftop he was in and sniffed the air in a rapid motion, his every move full of vitality and extreme sharpness.