Awsten Knight Book Novels & Stories

Aurora Lily Opal Knight, Dawn Emerald Knight, and Jax Hunter Knight. I hold them all three in my lap, my wolf ready to pounce and lick each of their faces separately, lovingly, so desperate to be their favorite admirer in all forms possible. I lean back in bed, cradling each sleeping child in my tired, limp arms.

United in the Awakening, we will always be kin. I sat back, wondering what it meant to be united in the Awakening. The person who wrote the book was a witch of the Hecate Coven centuries ago. I tapped my fingers on the opposite page, turning it over in my mind before the sound of Duke's phone chiming caught my attention. I looked up and blinked as I noticed the suitcase standing against the wall. Duke came out drying his hair. "What?" "A suitcase?" I cocked an eyebrow. "I guess I should expect them to furnish the guest room next time?"

her mate whispered back. “I have two things to say. First, I think Knight had withdrawn his soul between the confines of his wolves again. That's why he hardly even died under attacks before. His soul would hide and slip back up after a tiny while. However, this time it seemed different. Like Knight was unable to come up on his own.” Wayne gulped down.

weak, and vulnerable. Hiding behind thick bushes, I spied on W.I.K.D's site, something was different about them, the way they moved, the energy coming off them was almost... inhumane. I couldn't recognize a single agent from last night, these weren't the same men the she-wolf and I walk through, I don't know what is going on but I could tell it's best I find Amber and head back to the factory. "Amber," I whispered through the mind l**k, but she didn't respond,

“Thank you.” “Do you want me to assist you?” Tyron offered. “No need.” Gwen answered, smiling. “I think I can manage on my own.” Gwen walked back to her room with the book and closed the door behind her. She sat down on her seat and sighed, then glanced at the book. It was dark-covered, and the title was written in a language she couldn’t understand. When she opened the book though, she could read what was written inside. There were so many chapters of different spells, and most if not all made use of blood. The more she flipped pages, the more shocked she became. She didn’t know if she should feel disgusted at the gory acts or in awe of how it is carried out.

At least for now. Alyosha drove into the courtyard of the complex from the other side, and I didn’t see the consequences of the night events at the intersection, where the cops were probably still swarming, but it still hurt in my chest as if I were there and saw everything that was left alive from the motorcycle, I saw a helmet lying alone with wolf heads crossed as if in a kiss and blood, blood, blood ...

Donovan's P. O.V I am Donovan, the Alpha of the Crimson Moon pack and the head of the Black Hounds, a group of assassin werewolves. Our name is feared throughout the realm, and for a good reason. When I heard the news of Azrael's reincarnation, I knew that I had to find her before it was too late. The tales of Azrael's destruction and chaos from thousands of years ago still haunt the werewolf community. The ancestors prayed to the moon goddess for salvation, and a divine creature named Duncan was sent to help defeat Azrael. Duncan was successful, but he fell in love with a werewolf and lost his divine powers. He became an ancestor of my family, the reason for our respected name.

“He has two dancers distracting them and flirting with them.” “It’s got to be the Yakuza Dragon Twins. They are 450-year-old dragon shifters who wanted to take the Kitsune as a chosen mate, but think my sister is the Kitsune. I was sent here, and she was sent to California as a precaution,” I inform Asim and Willow. Willow’s hands and eyes spark silvery and a faint silver crescent moon shows on her forehead while Asim growls. “I am so sorry to bring this danger to your shores,” I say.