Bryce Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Tyler Location: Alpha Blake's office Wesley sat on the chair prompt in front of the desk. Blake sat on his chair, Harou sat on the desk corner with one leg resting on the desk, the other steady on the floor. Damian, leader of the primord vampires, sat in the sitting area on the right side of the desk. I paced back and forth on the new wooden floor. Pensive, my arms crossed behind my back.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.” I couldn’t imagine someone or something being so evil as to trap someone’s soul so they could never move on and be at peace. The vampire and human servant I watched and listened to seemed like an average couple. They didn’t interact with people except for their one maid and a delivery man sometimes. And that was only the woman, Victoria. She wa

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Bryce bowed slightly at me, "Hello Mrs. Arnold." I flinched a bit because of his actions. I'm sure I will never be getting used to this. "Hello, Bryce." I smiled at him. Watching them stand together, I could have sworn they were brothers. Both men looked equally graceful and sophisticated and held their shoulders high as elites. But they weren't brothers, Bryce was Eric's assistant, which made me wonder why I had never seen him until today. Wasn't an assistant supposed to stick with his boss wherever?

But that quickly disappeared when I looked at him and remembered the rest of our story, after our friendship. Bryce had grown up well in the past four years. His shoulders were broader, his chin was defined, and his light blonde hair longer than I remembered. It wasn't too long, but had a slight wave I'd never noticed when we were younger. He was a swimmer at the academy and had always kept it short. Over the past few years, his lean swimmer's body had broadened. That wasn't to say he was heavy. The weight looked good on him, or maybe it was the suit. He definitely looked the part of a Montague minion, all the way to his Italian loafers.

The location wasn't a gleaming lab in Manhattan or a fortress in Switzerland. It was a modest, weathered cottage on the coast of Maine, owned by Dr. Aris Thorne—a man who had been the Hawke family’s private physician before Eleanor’s "death" and the only man Ethan trusted with the truth of his pulse. The Atlantic hammered against the jagged rocks outside, a rhythmic, salt-sprayed thunder that felt more honest than the humming servers of Hawke Corp.

I let her go gently. “Where?” I asked. “Show me.” She pointed toward the big glass doors at the back of the house. Before I could move, a deep voice called out, “What is going on? Why are you yelling, Wyatt?” I turned around fast and there stood Bryce. He was wearing only a black silk robe that hung loose and open. His chest was completely bare. His muscles flexed as he walked toward me. His abs were deep and well-defined, and a thick line of black hair ran down to his V-line. A heavy bulge was clearly visible under the thin robe.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

He certainly just landed in a place that was far from what he was used to. He pushed away that thought. He reminded himself of the reason why he left his daughter alone in his town. “Yeah, please. I’m looking for Architect Wrylee?” “Which one? I’m Kayden Braxton.” He held his hand out. Bryce shook Kayden Braxton’s hand firmly. “Bryce—” “Ah, the infamous Bryce Chase.” He smiled knowingly. “Nice to meet you, man. Please come in.” Infamous? This man knew him?