Hanna Rivers Novels & Stories

Hannah. One of her former bullies. Hannah’s long, golden-brown hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, and her expensive outfit—designer, no doubt—clung to her perfectly sculpted frame. She carried herself with the same confidence she had always flaunted in the past, her lips painted a striking red. But when her gaze landed on River, her perfectly composed expression cracked. Shock widened her eyes, her mouth parting slightly. Alpha Leister barely noticed. With a proud smile, he gestured toward her. “Ah, my daughter, Hannah. Come, meet Alpha Ryker and his…” He hesitated just briefly before finishing, “…his girlfriend, River.”

Xena said checking the surrounding area, usually at this time of night Hannah did some of her first patrols but she was nowhere in sight and Xena knew she was probably watching them. But if Danté and Lilly could get away with it why not them? Hannah is not a evil bitch she's the sweetest vampire you'll ever find hands down, it won't surprise Xena if Hannah would also want to lay with Danté, the only thing she could possibly think of why not is the age gap, Hannah was the first vampire Rachel has made when she was still sane enough to turn a human for the right reasons, Hannah was a woman on her dying breath when Rachel found her.

The men backed up at the threat and she smiled. "Run along and I'd go looking for a new slave, the one that ran is a Dragon." They ran off at that and she looked at me. "Hi I'm Arachne, Empath Witch and friends of the Three Moons." She said, holding her hand out. I took it and shook her hand. "Channing." "I know. The Three Moons talk about you a lot. Though I don't think Selene likes you very much." She said, before looking at the barrel.

She said between laughs. “Hello, I’m Hanna, you must be Rena. I am the mate to all three of your brothers. It’s nice to meet you!” She put her hand out and I shook it. No wonder she needed to go shopping and why Byron had asked for clothes from Cally. Her boobs were way bigger than mine or Cally’s and she was way shorter than me no way she fit my pants. Her hand was so pitie in mine, a whole new category of feminine.

Hawk asks. As if answering Hawk's question, our phones ping once more. This time with another image. My eyes widen when I see one of the sexiest women I have ever seen, clad in nothing but black lace undergarments staring seductively into the camera. "Not gonna lie. I would follow her wherever she wanted me to go." Kieran remarks, making me laugh. "But there's no way this is the Huntress. Why would she show us her face after asking for animosity?" Hawk asks.

“Hannah, hand the phone over to my fiance. Now.” She rolled her eyes and spoke to someone off-camera. “Both of them are suck killjoys!” She started moving and then finally, the phone was handed over to the rightful owner. River was wearing a fluffy white bathrobe and had a golden face mask on. She moved one cucumber off one eye when Hannah passed her the phone, and a small smile tugged at her lips as she tried to sit up, only to be pushed back down by a tattooed hand, probably Hannah again. That woman needed to leave my woman alone!

It was blurry at first and slowly came into focus. On the western border of their territory, there was a wide river that was either calm or deadly depending on the season. She preferred it when it was calm and not threatening to flood the valley below it. There were no wolf territories beyond the river, so it was usually very safe and quiet. And even when it was not, she could usually see the danger right away because her favourite spot was an abandoned forest fire lookout tower.

Hanna spoke right away, looking disdainfully at Melissa. "Oh no, you can't, you tramp!" Melissa answered before I could say anything, and I looked at her in disbelief at what she had just said. "Henry dear is extremely busy. Just say what you want and hit the road, honey." Melissa stood up and walked over to my mother, calmly introduced herself, and led her to a chair in front of my desk. Hanna was looking at me as if asking whether I wasn't going to talk to her. "Who's this crazy woman, Henry dear?" Hanna said my name with a Spanish accent. She was Colombian, which I found charming because, although she spoke English well, she still had a lovely accent.

Hanna was a simple woman. She was different from other women who loved to glam up. She could simply figure that Hanna had no make-up. She just wore denim pants and a white shirt paired with white sneakers. She had no accessories on her body. Arabella could say Hanna was a simple and humble girl but she is very beautiful. No wonder, her brother Eric likes Hanna. With her thoughts, Arabella smiled. “Well just like you. Trying to breathe some fresh air.” Arabella sounded grasping air heavily.

Hanna's POV My name is Hanna, I'm twenty years old, I'm a professional singer and a salesperson in my spare time. This is how I define myself on my social media. That's because since I was little I dreamed of becoming a rock singer. I was born in the United States, but I was conceived in the United Arab Emirates. My father, Samir, fell in love with an American tourist and so I was born. To live out his love, my father abandoned everything and came to the United States with my mother. Here I grew up being very loved and when I was two years old, I gained a brother. Our family lived very happily until my mother died. She was murdered when I was fifteen. It was the hardest time of my life, and