Bryce Hawthorne Novels & Stories

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

Sydney Bryce turned. It was a man in his forties with perfect blond hair and teeth too white to be natural. I stared for a second too long before it occurred to me that they were veneers. “It’s me!” He grinned, staring at Bryce who seemed to be having a hard time recognising him. “Marcus McBroten. We met briefly in London last year? Lake deal?” Bryce’s eyes shifted slowly as he smiled. “Marcus! Of course! You were the crypto guy!”

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

The sun was beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting golden streaks across the surface of the endless sea. The waves lapped softly at the rocky edge of the shore as Serena’s father stood alone, his cloak flapping lightly in the salt-scented breeze. He hadn’t come here in years—not since his wife passed. Yet today, something pulled him here, to this very spot where sea and sky embraced. The last few months had been nothing short of a storm—his heart torn between the truths he buried and the consequences they finally brought to the surface.

But Hera was an entire new and different territory. Bryce grew up in a dysfunctional home where love and relationship felt like a game to both his parents. He didn't believe in love because he had concluded that all women were the same but that was before he got involved with this sudden Temptation. The innocent woman from the convent and now his walls are breaking down. Ever since he saw how affected he was the last time she turned down his sexual advances, he knew that Bryce would definitely pick up the challenge of trying to woo her and so far, he had failed miserably at it.

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

Ichabod winked at her and then stood up, he walked further away from Tracey who laughed as he talked to himself. “Odin, I need your help.” Silence... “Odin, I mean it, please, you need to help.” Silence... “Well, I can only assume that your silence means a yes.” He said, spotting a sharp pin lying on the floor. Quickly, he picked it up. Then he turned around, “come on, let’s go.” “So what did your beast say?” Tracy asked excitedly. “Oh, he’s sleeping, I will wake him up soon.” He said, putting the pin in his pocket, “a sharp pain will do the trick.”