Deku X Hawks Novels & Stories

And soon he saw the beast. *Scree* With another powerful screech the beast descended from above – a peak Noble it was. It was a large black hawk comparable to a small mountain, and it easily eclipsed every other creature here in terms of size. The god ignored the beast upon sensing its energy level. Well, he didn’t ignore it entirely. *Crackle* *Boom* *Scree*

“Almost done cleaning up, eh? We should meet the Chief. But, Hawks, don’t forget your mission to fight Dark Shura.” “How’s it over there?” asked number one of the Hawks. Black Caesar replied with a smile, “Everything’s done. Those fellows are the worst, running for their lives even before the battle ends.”

registered on her bullshit meter. “Fine. But no promises that I’ll be nice.” “None expected.” Deke grinned, those indigo eyes sparkling with mischief. “Give me ten minutes to get myself together.” Deke grinned. “Jack was nursing a bottle of Tennessee whiskey when I left. Better make it five.” Climbing into Deke’s enormous Hummer for the long ride out to Jack’s swamp cottage in Louisiana, Morgan reflected that, if she didn’t know better, she’d assume Deke had chosen such a vehicle to compensate for a deficit in masculine proportions. But she did know…

That is my dream. We get there and laugh and joke about Dylan dating Melissa. It’s nice to see him happy. I show him some of the new things me and Jen have been working on. Dylan smiled at me. “Do you know Jen is a Harris Hawk? They are known as the wolves of the sky, as they are so sociable. They usually hunt and live in groups. I read a book on them recently.” I just stared at my big brother. “You read some crap, don’t you?” We both burst out laughing. “But no, I didn’t know any of that. Maybe that’s why we get along so well. We’re loners. We’re both separate from the pack.”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Jaxson agrees as he curls into a ball. “But I do need to know one thing first,” Hawk says. I swallow a bit too hard, as he approaches Dex. I’m the only one that should have a serious issue with this bitch I’m currently supporting, so if Hawk fucks this up I’ll lose it. I stand helpless as all eyes are on the male, and moves in front of Dex and points at his chest. “How could your pack possibly send you here to represent them, but you haven’t even joined it,” Hawk asks, loudly and with a true Alpha voice. He points at Dex’s bare chest.

When I finally pulled the boat to shore, an old friend was there to greet me. I pulled Deacon into a manly embrace, noticing how much muscle he'd bulked on, when arms as strong as steel hugged me back, "You have no idea how good it is to see your ugly mug." Eve cleared her throat as I pulled away, and in typical human fashion, extended her hand, surprising Deacon, "Hi. Im Eve, Axle's partner, nice to meet you." He took her hand, bowing slightly out of respect, "I'm Deacon Decker, Alpha of the White Haven pack, pleased to meet you Eve."

He twisted his body in a smooth move to avoid the attack. Hawk's beak snapped shut on nothing but air, and he landed with a heavy thud on the forest floor with a snarl of anger. Cayden jumped at the chance and went straight for Hawk's unprotected side. When their bodies hit each other, the sound was like thunder. When the claws hit the hair, it made a horrible sound, and a whirlwind of fur and muscle came out as the two alphas fought fiercely.

The silence that followed the destruction of the Hive was deceptive. While the pack labored to scrub the green bile from the stone floors of the manor, Rhea found herself haunted by the memory of the hawk she had seen circling the ramparts. Its feathers hadn't been brown or black, but the exact shade of arterial spray.

He explained: “Yes. To reach you, to get you out of the Hawks’ grasp, I had to ally with the Ravens.” He paused, looking deep into my eyes. “And the Royal Hawks offered me a temporary truce. They wouldn’t attack the Red Eagles if we helped them destroy Thomas and the Blue Hawks.” I was stunned. “They accepted that easily? The Royal Hawks, I mean.”