Romans & histoires Fullmetal Alchemist Lieutenant Hawkeye

I was not afraid of Lenox or Elisa's threat, but this man, just being able to breathe the same air as him, you could tell how ruthless he was. But even after the man had been called, he did not react and continued to stare at me. I was one hundred percent sure that everyone was waiting to see my tragic ending. Although this alpha Lucien has never been to this city, his name was known all over. He was not someone who would flinch even if the emperor was dying right before his eyes, what about a small fry like me who was only a pack omega? The more he stared at me, the more nervous I became. I did not dare breathe out loud for the fear that he might notice that I was still alive.

The Lycan warriors had arrived without a sound, their heavy frames casting long shadows across the stone floor. "An alpha who discards a trained warrior over a delayed shift is an idiot," the largest one said, his jaw set in a hard, dangerous line. "Completely backward," another muttered, crossing arms that were thick as tree trunks. "Enough," Ian snapped, raising a hand to silence his men. "You are crowding the host. Betty, this is Luka, my primary lieutenant. The rest are warriors under my command." Luka stepped forward, his gray eyes sliding down my leather jerkin to the scarred skin visible at my collarbone. "You do not look like a rogue, Betty. You look like someone who knows how to hol

"What manner of alpha does Greyclaw even deem worthy of respect?" Lucien Mordane cast a calculating glance toward Draven, who sat perfectly composed in the high-backed leather chair, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his horn. "The elders in my lineage confirm that the primitive architecture of the Wraithfang Recon Unit belongs entirely to Greyclaw’s design—the high-ranking marshals are completely obsessed with its lethality. It is a absolute apex weapon system, the shield configuration displays zero structural flaws, and every single project originating from Nighthowl Systems is receiving direct priority backing from the sovereign council. It is no wonder his standards are sitting on the

Avery Hawke 'Look who's here. Miss runaway,' Avery jeered into the girl's mind. His whole body tingled from being near her. She stepped back, avoiding his gaze and turning around to look at her brother whose eyes were now on him. "Look who we have here. It's sergeant sneak," the beta sneered. That brought back his focus. He figured they must've reported his last night's visit to this one. He was the Alpha's second in command, after all.

“And I’m so very happy you’re both together, once again. I want Captain Hawk to watch the woman he loves die a slow and painful death.” She sobbed and buried her head in Gabe’s chest. His arms tightened around her. “I’m afraid, Lieutenant Mercer, that your plans won’t happen that way. You see, Captain Hawk never loses a fight, and he for certain, doesn’t have those he loves die in front of him.” Emmie turned her head slightly to look at the lieutenant to see his reaction. He laughed again. “Oh, but you haven’t been Captain Hawk as long as the others before you. I’m quite sure I can best you yet again.”

Hawk was concerned for his Alpha. “Do you have doubts about my strategy? Or my strength?” Alpha Adrian raised an eyebrow. Hawk was looking apologetic saying this to him. “No, Alpha, no I didn’t mean it like that, I am sorry!” Hawk immediately said. “Don’t worry about me…” Adrian said, a glint of pride coming into his eyes seeing the loyalty and care of his comrades. “Okay, Alpha, we remember we will be there and ready if anything goes south. I will burn their pack only on your one order,” Hawk said, looking at his Alpha for the first time throughout their conversation. Adrian smiled genuinely.

He’d vividly remembered or that was the only thing he remembered during the orientation as a royal guard years ago that they are not meant to say their names to each other only to be called rookies representing the one craved diamond attached on their helmets but if it was the commander who asked he have no choice to obey. “… I’m Lekan Skylark, Ma’am!” “Your potency?” “… I don’t have any but I have this.” He said, the commander narrowed her eyes, “Show me?” she ordered, Skylark swallowed then rolled his shoulders as two lemon long wings thrusted out from the two openings on his armour located on both scapulars in his back. Surprisingly, he was one of the three guys who pursed the four Humane

“And restart this evening.” “Heath Gale,” Heath introduced himself. “Aislen Carter, and Samuel on the roof. I am the lead alpha of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth’s Triquetra, and Aislen is our female mate. Samuel is her guardian, as she is blessed by the Moon Goddess.” “It’s really complicated,” Aislen added when she saw the confusion on the soldier’s faces. “It’s a really complicated introduction.” “The Van Helsing base is calling for updates,” a soldier exited the house. “We’d best move out.”

I blinked, taken aback by his instant friendliness, then shook his hand. Kitt was a man with warm blue eyes and a shock of dark hair. With his confident stride and friendly smile, it was hard to believe he was a new recruit. "Kitt, Alyx, meet Jackson Quinn," Taewi interjected. "He used to run sabotage missions." "Here for discipline, then?" the pale woman, Alyx, piped up. "Same here." I raised an eyebrow. I knew reassignment to squadron seven was a common form of discipline, but I recognized Alyx's pale complexion, intelligent green eyes and crimson hair. She wasn't a new recruit, for sure, but I had heard nothing about anyone else being disciplined lately.

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.