Avery Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure I could force the words out of my mouth, relive all of it in the telling. “I don’t know where Hawthorne was while he was supposed to be dead,” I said, because that at least was both true and not all that important to me. The asshole had faked his own death two years before, disappeared, and only returned shortly before I came on the scene. And I hadn’t known him before then. “He mentioned Seattle. I think he was in Washington part of the time. But that’s all I know.” “Not all that helpful,” Matthew said. “And also not the most pressing issue. How did you end up working for Kimball?”

The Almighty has a sick sense of humor sometimes. Nathanael remains in the shadows of the room for most of the night. He picks up nothing but the sounds of the girl's shallow breathing in this small room. The night outside is quiet as well. It's strange not to constantly hear a background chorus of worshipping music. The quiet is almost eerie. That's why, when the Secular girl turns her head and mutters something, he hears it. A strange word that shouldn't even be on her lips-a word that makes Nathanael furious and energized all at once. One word that will wake him up and put him on high alert. The only name that is dreaded above all others in the clouds of Heaven. Lucifer.

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.

before disappearing into the elevator. After a seemingly endless pause, Carver extended an invitation, "Join me for a bath?" The simple proposition held layers of meaning—an offer of intimacy, vulnerability, and a bridge over the chasm that had formed between them. Inside the bathroom, the gentle ripple of water and the soft glow of candlelight created a serene atmosphere mixed with the tense anticipation of the impending conversation. Ava couldn’t help but notice the scratches and wounds that marred Carver’s body as he stepped into the water. She was not yet aware that each mark was a testament to a physical torment that mirrored the emotional turmoil he felt inside.

“Oh this pack is in for it.” “If she’s a Guardian.” “Do you think she really is?” “The ghosts know who you are?” Tessa asks, walking up and looking around. “They’re not ghosts,” Meadow says, smirking at me. “My name is Meadow Cross. My sister Maeve is married to Xander Holstin. Do you know who I am.” Another round of gasps. “She’s the witchy witch.” “My cousin has some witchy lights.” “Do you think she’d make us some?”

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

Her limp corpse sailed threw the air like it weighed nothing and hit the wall with a thump. A few days ago I would have felt remorse for what I done, but not today. Today she was simply one step in the many I'd take to right the wrongs committed against me. "My name is Evan Evers," He replied with and elaborate bow. "I'm a vampire and now you are too." He stilled awaiting my reply. "How?" I've heard about the creatures of the night, the ones that lurk in the shadows. But there has never been talk of one to close to home.

Those humans that love to come into the forest to find unknown things. We get there, on seeing this Alpha Tate throws himself to the ground, in front of the circle. He didn’t hold his tears back. He cried out loud. He shouted out loudly that the birds in the trees flew away. His wolf forced himself out of him. His wolf is all gray and huge. His wolf whimpers, raises his head and releases one long, mournful howl that echoes through the forest. We had to cover our ears because of how loud he was.

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **