Finn: Character Novels & Stories

She asked and I held up my palms. “It isn’t my fault Raef was a scaredy-cat. I just talked to him.” I answered her. “You showed him your wolf. That’s not just a talk, that is intimidating.” She accused me and I grinned, dropping my palms. “Tell me his name, sis. Let’s see if this one has balls.” I told her. She opened her mouth but she was cut off by the entrance of Finn. Finn was Holden’s little brother and he was also his assistant. He was also 21 and was a deputy general soldier.

“They’re all dead?” Finn grinned, sweat beading on his brow. His charcoal grey shirt damp with sweat and what appeared to be the blood of others. The group of them filled the wide corridor with their huge shoulders and height. Commanding an army of giants. Finn looked around and spoke for the group with a proud grin. “All of them, yep. What next Boss? Give us a real challenge.” Goddess he is one cocky bastard. I love him for it, the huge lump. Hayden is sporting a huge scar down one arm, he’s already fussing over just which tattoos are going to be spoilt by the silver lines.

He had a feeling that he had ruined something for Ambrose … That was his misconception, right? Max spoke fast. He didn't dare to give any meaningless talk. "Mr. Hamilton, Finn's identity has been vetted. 'Star' is his nickname. He's quite well-known in the field of robotics. He is a prodigy. Based on judgment, he's not a threat at the moment. I've sent his details to you." Ambrose turned behind him to take a glance. Finn had changed into another challenging sleeping position, one where even his neck had disappeared. Ambrose hissed.

He bowed and apologised, "I'm sorry, boss." Finn ignored him and walked by. He went into the house and straight to sit down on a sofa. He crossed his legs and took out his phone, which he began to operate. His head slowly rested on the knuckles of his bandaged wrist. Now, Finn was different, he was more like a cold guy than weak and innocent. He looked like a boss, like a leader, like a ruler, not the type that would answer 'madam' to anyone. He looked lazy, yet, smart.

Finn. Standing there, his hand raised, like he’d stopped mid-knock. He scanned Alice, then me. When his eyes landed on my face, he blinked, and for a second, I saw his confusion. “Who are you?” Alice snapped. “Wait.” I stepped forward before she could say anything else. “He’s—he’s Arthur’s beta.Finn.”

“Aren’t you the girl in He squinted his eyes as if he was having trouble placing her in the role of the broomstick-riding teenage witch. Talia smiled. “Yeah, that’s me.” “She’s an actor,” Jack said to Riley. Riley rolled his eyes. “I get that, Dad,” he said in a way Talia knew well and made her smile just the tiniest bit. “I’m Finn,” Finn said, not moving from his spot but putting his arm around the redhead. “This is my fiancée, Peyton.” “Nice to meet you,” Talia said, trying to keep a pleasant smile on her face, even though Finn was looking at her with suspicion.

"What are you doing, Finn?!" "Traitor!" Jermaine's sister yelled from the floor and whimpered as Adrienne stomped down on her. "Finn!" Jermaine commanded. Finn cocked his head, his eyes glowing yellow, and said, "I, Finnigan Hale, Beta to the North London pack of wolves, hereby step down from the role as the Beta and cut all bonds with your pack."

This wasn’t the time for sympathy. We needed answers, and we needed them now. “What’s your name?” I asked, my tone still cold, but softer than before. He hesitated, as if revealing this final piece of information would seal his fate. “Finn,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “My name is Finn.” “And your sister?” Rowan asked, his voice still low and dangerous. “Mara,” Finn replied. “She’s younger than me. She’s… she’s just a kid. Please, I’m begging you, don’t let them hurt her. I’ll do anything. I’ll help you. I’ll fight. Just… please.”

“But I was overthrown by my own twin brother, Fintan. He poisoned me and left me for dead in the woods. That’s how Adrian’s men found me, and how I ended up under your care. I’m no longer an Alpha in the eyes of my pack, but I will get my revenge. I’m going to take back what belongs to me.” I look at him, feeling overwhelmed. “But how do you even plan to do that?” Finn steps forward and stares at me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. Finley is good looking in a different way. He has brown/red hair that covers his forehead, he’s tall and muscly, his face is hard and his crooked nose just adds to the touch of danger he possesses. He stretches his hand out toward me. After a second of

Morning. The words cut through the last softness of the night. Finn sees the truth with painful clarity. Everett belongs to a world of statements, family alliances, powerful marriages, and names that open doors instead of locking them. He belongs to towers, boardrooms, private elevators, guards, contracts, and women like Vera Lawson, polished enough to stand beside him in public without damaging anything. Finn is a poor male Omega from Lark Street who woke behind a gold door. At best, he is a problem Everett protected in private.