Novel & Cerita Colt Hxh

Alec said and Colton hugged him. "You're the best Colt"

A gang suddenly materialized in front of them. Felicia looked up and saw Kennedy, Max, and a few others approaching. Colt strode up to greet Max as he saw him. "Mr. Hawthorne, what a surprise to see you here." They exchanged handshakes. "Hello, Colt," Max answered. A few courteous words were spoken between the two. Max turned to look at Felicia. Her attitude was cool and collected as she met his eyes. Colt introduced everyone right away.

I can’t say that now, not after watching what was on the USB. “I would never have believed his hatred for Christina was so deep that he would kill his own pack members.” I say out loud, I shouldn’t have done. Not with Colt in the room. “It’s my fault.” Colt says, “I should have brought him in instead of letting him go.” Colt threw a chair across the room, yelling at himself. He was furious. Then he broke down sobbing. It was at that point I told him about Raiden. “Death was too good for him.” He says.

"Zyra, after the long journey here and looking after Colt, you must be worn out. Tyler, on the other hand, has looked everywhere for you. Why don't you two head back and catch some rest?" The word 'rest' made Colt's fingers twitch. "Got it," Zyra said, catching on fast. She looped her arm with Tyler's, and they made their exit. Tyler grunted, pleased, as he walked out with Zyra. With them gone, the room no longer felt stifling. Xoan leaned back and struck up a casual conversation with his old buddy. "Colt, what made you take off to become the head honcho of some village?" Xoan remembered them as inseparable since they were kids. Colt had been the one to jet off for an international education

Then, without turning back, he replied with the faintest smirk in his stride. The moment Alexander stepped out of the bar, he nearly collided with Colton. Colton stood leaning against a black SUV, a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers, the smoke curling up into the night air. He eyed Alexander with a mix of amusement and concern. “Hugo said you’re doing better,” he said, flicking ash to the pavement. “Figured it was time we talked about Marken.” Marken—his name always cut through everything else. It didn’t matter where or when.

Right now, Alessandro and Colt are head to head. Colt glances at us. "Hey, guys." Alessandro's head twists around, his eyes landing on mine. He quickly turns back and squares his shoulders in determination. His horse speeds forward as though he got zapped with super-speed. "No!" Colt cries. Alessandro's horse reaches the finish line and the bell rings. The attendant tosses him a three-foot narwhal plush. "Nice one." Colt fist bumps Alessandro. Then they approach us. "How was the ride?" Colt asks.

~ Jace ~ Colt acts quickly, rolling Knox’s wolf off him, remaining in human form as he crouches on the floor preparing for the next attack. Colt was always fast, but he still hasn’t defeated me at sparring, and it would be unlikely he would beat Knox who had a new pack bond pumping through his veins as the alpha. Knox doesn’t wait, he’s on him again, his teeth this time biting into the side of Colt’s flank. Blood squirting out, even up onto the large rock bolder.

At four on the dot, a dark truck rolled into my driveway as if time itself made room for it. Colt stepped out carrying a toolbox that looked older than my entire adult life. He wore a black T-shirt despite the chill and dark jeans scuffed at the knees. Up close, the tattoos on his arms looked even more alive. Wolves in motion, inked muscle turning them into a story that flexed when he moved. He paused on my porch, gaze lifting to the beams, the sagging boards, the loose nail that had almost caught my foot. Then he looked at me. “Hey,” he said.

God knows how Ethan is going to track this thing, even though Connor reckon that there might be more than one. So this is a gamble, and the cards are not in our favor. But what is in my favor is that Edward, Breyden, and the Vampire Hunter are traveling in the car behind us. This gives me the opportunity to discuss my little beloved's creation. "Now," I start off with a bit of information that I doubt the boys know of yet, "You boys know that Samuel Colt has recently passed?" Connor looks over his shoulder and only but shakes his head at me, "No, did the old-timer finally kick the bucket?"

Beta Eric pov. I hate that Colt forced me to come here. Even the team knows why he didn’t come. That it in fact didn’t have to do with business. He doesn’t want the she-wolves in this pack to throw themselves at him. I can’t say I don’t blame him. Ever since his mate died years ago. She-wolves have been after him and the power that comes with being his mate. They have even tried potions to make him think they are his second chance mate. Luckily his smart. He always has a white witch to check the bond’s legitimacy. Otherwise we would have ended up with a power hungry queen.