Finn X Poe Novels & Stories

asked Finnley as he chuckled. “Define, ‘unusual scent’,” replied Gerald as he looked at Finnley who suddenly appeared a lot more excited and mysterious. ‘Maybe his muddle headedness is acting up again!’ “It’s the scent of venom-based poison!” said Finnley in a sudden hushed tone. “The person you met today is suffering from venom-based poison! You probably came into contact with that person which is why you have such a venomous scent on you!” added Finnley. “D*mn it, have you been watching too many Thai movies?” said Gerald helplessly.

Finn's POV (Special Chapter) I am the shadow to his sun. The echo to his roar. I am Finn Lancaster, the spare, the afterthought, the one who learned to move silently so as not to disturb the precious heir’s training. Ronan never had to learn silence. The world bent to make room for his voice.

"I don’t need a man right now, and let's face it, no one in this bar is a gentleman!" Beth replied back, "You have a point there!" as she grinned at Sunny, shaking her head slightly in amusement. __ The next day was a dazzlingly hot Saturday, so James and Sunny made plans with their friends Rory Collins and Finn Gibson to swim at the Beaver Dam swimming hole. Finn was a big teddy bear. He had a short and stocky build with a bushy beard and kind eyes that made him look like he was always smiling. He was great friends with James, lived in a different part of Asheville than the Sweeneys, and treated Sunny like a sister.

The world was thick with it, everything speaking at once if you knew how to sort it. And then there was Finn’s cologne. I caught it again the moment the air shifted wrong, that bright synthetic stink he sometimes wore as if he thought drowning himself in bottled arrogance made him more attractive rather than merely more obvious. It sat over everything else like a lie. Wrong for the setting. Wrong for the dark. Wrong for a hunt. It irritated me so immediately I almost laughed, because of course Finn would come tracking Red Maw smelling like a nightclub with delusions of grandeur.

Poe reached out a tentative hand and Hunter reappeared, the tips of Poe’s finger’s so close that it almost grazed Hunter’s brow. “That is the how of it.” They setup camp just within the tree line and Poe pulled from his rucksack some dried venison and hard cheese. “I’m curious about the link you share with Tete,” Poe said between bites, returning to their earlier conversation. “You say you experience what the other feels?”

"You have good eyes I will give that to you, and i have a good reason for not liking you." "Which is?" Leo was starting to get irritated. The more time he spent with Finn, the more it seemed Finn was finding the pieces to his puzzle and fixing them. While Leo was left with nothing. He still wanted to know what Finn's relationship with Paige was. The man laughed. "If you cannot tell by now, you are a fool." This back and forth they were going. Leo's mouth tightened in irritation. "I can see you have me at a disadvantage." "Believe that if you must."

“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

"Why is everyone looking like this?" Finn, still in my arms, tugged at my collar, pulling back to look at me. "Mommy, look," he whispered, pointing at the book Theo was holding. "That’s the broken wing I saw. The day I saw things from the water in the garden.” My heart skipped a beat. I gently set Finn down and went ahead to collect the book Theo was holding. I looked down at the page he left open in between his fingers. It was an old record of Northern myths and mercenary guilds. On the open page was the sketch of a single, snapped wing. Hunters of the Silver Moon.

Finn says from the scrying stone. Oh, trash. I totally forgot about Finn. I lift the crystal back up. "Sorry, brother." "I get it, Alpha. Zara is a million times better to look at than my ugly face." Zara gasps, her mouth dropping open. "Idiot," I growl at the screen. I look back toward Zara. "This is my warrior brother, Finn Sterling. He was at the Moonlight Feast Hall on the day of that awful rogue mess, and he is the co-owner of the Silverpaw Creamery." I turn the crystal around so she can see him.

One, puppy dog eyes will never be cute, much less on Kai and two, Finn refuses to believe he’s seeing them because on the night they danced, it was something more like hungry wolf eyes. That kind of duality was unearthly and therefore impossible. “Hey”. Kai’s voice was so soft, so measured, the same kind of voice you would use to address a nervous deer standing in your backyard. Or the same kind of voice you would use as you backed away from a large and territorial bear you had stumbled across in the woods; Finn preferred to imagine himself as a predatory animal in favor of not being a skittish herbivore if it came down to it but that wasn’t important right now.