Avatar Hawky Novels & Stories

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

"She knows a lot already. I will kill her. You will confirm if she's your mate. I brought the dagger. Once she bleeds to death so quick then she's the wrong one. I want to prove that to you" "But..." The door flung open revealing Mia. She had opened the door, her mistake. Carly thought immediately "Carly?" A hand slightly pushed Mia behind revealing the second person. She was wearing all purple but with a ninja mask. "Hi" She said "Raven!" Luca yelled. He had fought little with her and had known how good she was. "I see the hunt began in a fresh way today. The report I got from my men is that your mimions at the south have been captured. You know I would need more experiments on your kind bu

Even Robert's expression stiffened. With his hands, Horace formed ice-blue seals that danced and fused in the air. Horace pushed his hands forward, and an icy-blue light appeared behind him. A massive snowflake that was about three or four people tall appeared. It had countless seals etched on it, and the snowflake slowly spun behind Horace, who had a sinister smirk on his face. When everyone saw the scene, they froze. Someone said in a low voice, "A world avatar! Horace managed to form a world avatar! We're doomed! We're done for now!"

The call resonated through the trees, summoning her pack to converge on her location, their eager growls filling the air. Ava, with a surge of primal ferocity, aimed a precise strike at his vulnerable throat, unleashing a primal rage that coursed through her veins. The rest of the pack descended upon him with a voracious hunger, tearing into his flesh with savage determination. Limb from limb, they ripped apart the monstrous entity that had once been Royce DeVayne, leaving nothing but a gruesome testament to their vengeance. No longer a wolf in sheep's clothing, nor the tormented soul of Kate Rouen, Ava Anderson emerged from the shadows as the embodiment of the Okami. Her eyes burned with an

I was the first hunter in the history of the pack to ever snarl back and sever the link on Sloane Pierce. An A-Rank model named Ava Hart. Sloane swallowed her feral rage, her eyes burning like embers as she rerouted her link to Zephaniah. After checking my tracking logs, Zephaniah replied with a voice as steady as a heartbeat: "Since you tossed all of Ava’s previous kills to Riley Knox and Sloane’s pets, Ava has already claimed new territories. Her hunting schedule is saturated. I’m sorry, Alpha, but this trail is no longer yours to walk."

Then, I saw it. Rising above the skyline, a massive digital billboard flickered to life. It wasn't an advertisement for the latest mobile technology or a product . It was him. Julian Vane looked back at me with a cold, predatory intensity that physically stopped the breath in my lungs. He was leaning against the plexiglass boards of an ice rink, his Hawks jersey pulled across his shoulders that had grown impossibly broad since I'd last seen him. His face, once soft with boyish charm, was now a masterpiece of harsh angles and lethal symmetry. The caption, glowing in bold, gold letters against the blue backdrop, read: THE GHOST RETURNS: CHAMPIONSHIP RUN 2026.

If we must travel to Valhalla together, then so be it. Blinking in surprise, he responded in the Rhuhi that his people used in their wolf form. He'd never heard of a human mate being able to use the silent language before. We will not be going to Valhalla this day, if I have anything to do with it, min elskede. I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win.

I caressed my still flat tummy with a fond smile on my face and when I looked up, my eyes connected with Hawk who had no emotion in his eyes, but strange enough, I could feel just how happy and excited he was as we are. 'I can't wait to meet you, my little miracle.'

This was only making the whole thing worse. "You're supposed to be the one person I can trust. Completely. The one person I never have to doubt. You know that. You know how hard it is for me to be this...this fucking vulnerable." Hawk paused to bite back the growl, and strangely, tears seemed to be forming in the corners of his eyes. He never cried. Crying was a weakness that was beaten out of him his entire childhood. He scoffed and growled loudly. "And now..." He trailed off as he wiped the first tear away with his shoulder, hoping Quill didn't notice.

"Can you describe this woman?" "Um- I don't think so, I didn't really study her, but she had a tattoo on her wrist, I uh- It was like a- bird with an arrow." "The Hawks." Davy's voice resounded from behind me. The police man looked towards his direction. "I'm detective Davy Jones." Davy said as he earned a weird look from the police officer. Davy ignored it... "The Hawks are a remote group. Their logo was a bird with an arrow."