Fullmetal Alchemist Lieutenant Hawkeye Novels & Stories

Once she is seated, I step back closer to Zale, he gives my back a single sweep before he takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Thank you.” Alpha Hawthorn says, taking the seat beside his wife and pulling her into his arms. He seems to compose himself as the last man steps to stand behind him, a large metal briefcase in his hand. “It is a bit of a shock still; you really do look so much like our Juniper. Where are my manners, let me introduce all of us, I am Alpha Gerald Hawthorne, this is my mate Luna Seraphina Hawthorne, and this is our Beta Solomon Chambers.”

"The Shadow Legion is loyal to him to the point of fanaticism. Alaric—their second-in-command, a wolf who looks like he eats boulders for breakfast—defers to Vesh without question. Whoever is under that mask, he’s earned his rank in blood." ​The tent flap swept open, letting in a gust of cold, rain-scented air.

He didn’t blink much. Everyone in the class gave him space. Even the professor. “This is Advanced Elemental Control,” the professor said, clearing his throat. “Open your books. We’ll begin with flame casting and restraint.” Lucien sat at the far corner, hands folded on the desk, not moving. Rina leaned in again. “He’s the fourth one. The last Alpha.” I blinked. “He’s a vampire?” She nodded. “And probably hungry. Pray he ate before class.” I tried to laugh, but… I felt it too.

My world. Lucio approaches, his expression grim. “Our scouts confirmed his location. He’s holed up in a De Luca compound near the river. Heavy guard, reinforced walls, but nothing we can’t break.” My mouth curves in a sharp line. “Then we break it.” Lucio studies me for a beat. “You’re not thinking like a strategist anymore. You’re thinking like a man with blood in his eyes.” “I am a man with blood in his eyes.” He doesn’t argue. He only nods once and steps back, because he knows there is no point.

The Ambush As Elena and Aleksandr worked to disable the drones, a sudden noise behind them made them freeze. “Well, well,” a familiar voice drawled. They turned to see Hawthorne himself, flanked by heavily armed mercenaries. His calm demeanor and smug expression sent a chill down Elena’s spine. “You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” Hawthorne said, his eyes scanning the drones. “But you’re also predictable. Did you really think I wouldn’t anticipate your next move?” Elena raised her weapon, her aim steady. “It’s over, Hawthorne.” He chuckled, unperturbed. “No, Elena. It’s just beginning.”

Doubts crept into his mind, wondering if he was nothing more than a pawn sent by Hawthorne to pursue a non-existent target, only to meet his end in the process. The Alpha looked up at the moon, a sly smile playing across his face. "Oh, look, there's a Crescent Moon up tonight. What a coincidence," he said with a chuckle before his expression turned serious. "Is Hawthorne so afraid that he couldn't handle it himself and had to send an assassin to eliminate us?" The Alpha mocked, his eyes filled with disdain. "I've heard stories about your Alpha, how people worship and cower at his name as if he were a god. But I'm different. Hawthorne may have been a god of the past, but I'm someone you would

She possessed three quivers of arrows and a golden bow slung on her back. The crowd stared at them with awe and curiosity, except for one group in armored suits with their backs leaning against the wall of a nearby building. They were glaring at the Green Bits with snob and spite. Their leader stood out among them due to his black armor engraved with many wolf motifs. “It’s Lucas from the Wolf Reign Guild.” Someone next to us recognized him. There was a lot of whispering. Then people started to move back, forming a semicircle around the two groups. A battle might occur at any moment.

He adjusted his stance, taking more of the weight, his thigh muscles bunching under his trousers. "Steady," the Lycan grunted. Ishara’s jaw tightened. The muscle feathered near her ear. It was a reflex, a phantom limb of her old prejudice. Her body remembered the Caste Laws even if her mind had accepted the new order. She forced her jaw to relax, exhaling a breath that rattled slightly in her chest. "Commander." Ishara turned. A young lieutenant, a former Rogue with the tribal tattoos of the Wastes, stood at attention. He smelled of unwashed fabric and nervous sweat.

I stand bored and tired of these soldiers panicking, I wonder if this squad really is the best the government could send to protect the people of the city. “Who’s your team leader?” I ask with a cold voice, my aura emanating a dreadful and dire bloodlust. A well built man shows up with his face hardened and his fists tightened on his assault rifle. My eyes darted between him and his combatants behind him. “I’m lieutenant Spade, the leader of the eagle squad stationed here in dark groove to capture witches or kill if necessary” he says with a straight face as if talking to another military man. “I am Alpha Lucien. The ruler of the werewolf pack” I introduce myself boldly, Adam shrugs at my pr