Avatar Hawky Novels & Stories

His eyes burn too hot, too intense, and I hold my breath. His jaw tightens again. His gaze remains fixed on me, as if the crowd no longer exists and it’s just the two of us alone. Then the corner of his mouth curves up—not his usual mocking grin, but something far more dangerous. It makes my pulse race. He then shakes his head slightly, as if he can't believe his eyes. A tingling of fear runs down my skin because, for the first time since I met Tristan Aleksander Kozlov, D’yavol, he looks completely captivated.

I couldn’t bear to see another wolf or human right now. “I can hear your eyes twitch.” The voice was so deep and close that I stopped breathing, then a chuckle came after. “Breathe Avara. Don’t die.” Avara. It sounded so good on his tongue. My heart fluttered for some reason and I couldn’t stop it, it had a mind of its own. On cue, I relaxed, taking small breaths at a time. “That’s it. You’re doing well,” The tips of his fingers traced my skin and it almost made me hitch my chest but I ended up bringing out shaky breaths. I felt a small dip beside the bed and soon, I could feel someone looming over me.

I said as I pleaded with him with my eyes. “My name is not Gavrael, it’s Zephyr.” That was his only response before he gave the command for his army to attack. As the first wave of the beasts advanced, I raised my hands and they shrieked as I blasted them off with pure light. The beasts behind that first line paused, not daring to step away from the dark shadow surrounding them into my light. The first line that I blasted was nothing more than specks of dust now. “That was just a warning shot.” I growled.

But on taking a closer look at her face, I was met with strikingly siAmayar features with that of Dove. Her pouty lips, however, were definitely siAmayar to Hawk's. The man who stood beside her, also had a siAmayar aura to hers. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was really huge. No kidding, he made the woman look like a kid even though she seemed just around the same height as I was – 5'8. His hair was a matching shade of brown as Hawk’s. However, unlike Hawk’s, which was in a low cut, his was long and knotted in a ponytail. He wore a black, sleeveless shirt which I feared was a size too small; given how it seemed like it could rip off his body at any second. Both his arms we

I do not want these high-court wolves finding out that my claws used to run with the foreign rebel packs under the secret name San. Harvey blinks his big eyes, looking totally shocked, but he catches the tiny shake of my chin and the hard look in my silver eyes. "Hello there, young wolf! My name is Harvey Jupiter. Your bone structure looks exactly like a fighter I ran with across the great mountains, so my brain almost made a stupid mistake. Forgive my clumsy tongue!" He grabs my hand and shakes it with a massive, warm grip like we are total strangers meeting for the first sun-cycle.

Hikaru rolled her eyes and sank to her knees. "I will not leave you to suffer his abuse. Come with me, meet Alpha Tristan. He would love to meet you. Other than Jo, Brody and myself, he's never met any Nightshade.” Smiling at her. “I will talk to him and you will come with me tomorrow to meet him, won’t you?” Aisha asked. "Are you sure he will like talking to 'the enemy'? I haven't had that much luck playing nice or dealing with authority. " Hikaru frowned. She never had many friends growing up because only an imprinted wolf can withstand her venom, so not many people came around her.

The leader of Sky Hawk Organization was Shawn Violet, a Rank 9 Evolved One. Trailing behind Shawn were the ten elders that were all Rank 7 Evolved Ones. Such a lineup was obviously much more powerful than both Anchorage and Confluence Base City. "Big brother, he's Lucas York!" Frederick said as he continued to stare at Lucas. Shawn's expression froze as he glanced at Lucas from head to toe with a sharp gaze. "So, you're Lucas the Demon?"

Chapter One: A New Beginning Aqua’s heart raced as she walked through the imposing iron gates of Crestwood High. Another town, another school, another chance to start over—if only it were that simple. At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her.

And then the sky came alive. A flock of large, silver-winged hawks burst from the atmosphere, their wings slicing through the mist, catching the sunlight like liquid metal. They dove and soared in perfect synchrony, their calls echoing across the valley. Storme’s lips parted slightly. “I’ve never seen them this close before.” “They don’t trust many, especially humans,” I said, watching her as she watched them. “But if you stand still long enough…” I held her hand and stretched it out towards the birds.

Why was she standing here, playing this game? “We don't have time for this! Get out of our way!” I thundered. She finally pulled down her hoodie, and my breath caught. She no longer looked like the homeless girl who'd sought shelter back at Silver Crest. She radiated danger now, something bigger that I couldn't pin. Ciara gasped, hand to her mouth. “That bitch, I knew not to trust her.” "I'm not a hero," Ava said, eyes cold, voice steady . “Rather I'm a lone wolf from Ember Moon.”