Derek Hale Season 1 Novels & Stories

Leaving me standing at the border trying to figure out how to stop my mate from committing murder. Edward approached. "That went well." "Define 'well.'" "Nobody died. That's basically a victory these days." "Derek's going to the Council. Demanding Hailey's removal." "Will they do it?" "Probably. She just attacked him. Proved his point about being unstable." "What do we do?" "We find real evidence. Proof that Derek is involved with extremists. Proof that doesn't rely on tortured testimony or Malcolm's methods." "How?" "I don't know. But we have less than a week to figure it out."

He slammed his fists into the first wave of spirit wolves, ripping them into violet mist, but three more took their place, sinking their ethereal jaws into his shoulders to pin him down. I sprinted across the disintegrating field, my boots tearing up the turf. My golden Alpha aura cut through the yellow fog like a torch. I didn't head for Kaelen I headed straight for Derek. Derek stood ten yards from the finish line, the shadow-tar now reaching his chest. His body looked broken, his limbs twitching as the coven’s magic hollowed him out from the inside. "Step away from him, Leah!" Alpha Richard’s voice roared through the chaos. He had recovered from the green fire blast and was running parall

“She’s not wrong. Are you okay?” I wasn’t. I felt sick. Mr. Hayes was going to see this. He’d told me the rules: be invisible, do the job, don’t cause trouble. This was a five-alarm fire of trouble. He’d fire me before I could even explain. I needed this job. My mom needed this job. “I have to talk to Derek,” I said, scrambling out of bed. “He’s probably drowning too” Chloe said. “Check your texts.” I had one from him, sent an hour ago. Lena. I’m so sorry. Bryan is an idiot. I’m dealing with it.

he says as he tilts his head sideways to take a full view of the room. He sees Alec, Nick and Halsey stare at him with different funny expressions. “Just come in and let’s get this night started!” Halsey yells sounding a little impatient. I step to the side, giving Derek enough space to walk into the room. He gets seated beside Halsey as he steals a gulp from Alec’s juice. “Not cool man.” Alec says rolling his eyes. “I’m always cool dude. And you know it.” Derek replies with a smile as if he’s satisfied with Alec’s reaction.

Peter had said the board meeting was Monday, and we'd agreed to keep the transition quiet until— My blood ran cold as I saw what was on the screen. It was a live feed from the airport. There was the Hale Enterprises private jet, the one I'd taken from New York three weeks ago. And walking down the stairs, waving to a small crowd of reporters and photographers, was... Peter. My assistant. My second-in-command. The man I'd trusted to handle things while I dealt with Mom's ultimatum. Walking down the stairs of my plane, wearing my suit, with my briefcase, being introduced by the newscaster as "Derek Hale, the mysterious billionaire CEO finally making his public return after months of speculatio

Rumors called Clive Hartley many things—brujo, shaman, zombie, the walking dead, even—but Derek had never believed them, always figuring they were bullshit stories and nothing else. Now, however? He desperately hoped the stories were true, because if not . . . he was fucked. “People say you know about this kinda shit. Ya gotta help me.” Clive Hartley leaned into hissing lantern light, bright green eyes narrowed, deep lines creasing his thick skin. “Somethin’s growin inside ya. Ken see it in yer eyes.” “Please.” A pause. Hartley folded his hands on the wooden table. “Tell me how.” Derek shuddered as pieces of himself fell away inside.

My hands were shaking. I didn't know if I was walking toward safety or my own grave. But I knew one thing—standing in Victoria's guest house waiting for my father to drag me home wasn't an option. I opened the door. Derek stood there, tense. "Kade's already at the border. We need to move." "Wait." I grabbed his arm. "Victoria Hale. What really happened to her?" Derek's face went carefully blank. "I don't know." "You're his beta. You know everything."

Haven said, handing Derek her Ipad. Derek began making a series of weird noises and facial expressions. I was immediately jealous, but if one of us could find someone at least that was progress. He was the one with a looming deadline. Derek put down the Ipad and held his hands like Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, looking evil. “Okay so, hear me out,” he said, looking at Haven.

For the first time in almost twelve hours since I met him, he just said a full sentence, and I was so proud of him. "Never knew you could speak," Jason muttered. I was about to high-five him for being such an observer but kept it to myself. Caleb was quick to jump into business, "what do you have for us?" "I have been able to hack into the phone, and I must say it's been a long time coming," Derek replied. Rubbing his palms together in excitement, Carlos whistled, going near Derek. "Are we good to go now?" Derek nodded, adjusting his glasses. That surprised me; I didn't notice any glasses on him until now.

I am not afraid of anything. Behind me, I feel Alexander before I hear him. His presence has always been like that quiet, overwhelming, impossible to ignore. The faint scent of his cologne reaches me as he steps closer, his suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up like he’s just come back from war. Because in many ways, he has. “They’ve confirmed it,” he says calmly. “Hale’s last offshore account has been frozen.” I close my eyes. Richard Hale is finally finished. Not arrested yet. Not dead. But powerless.