Hawk And Demetri Novels & Stories

Her voice is sweet like sugar and soft as a feather. Watching their meeting I grow more uncomfortable. What is their relationship? Clearing my throat to get their attention towards me. Deimos comes out of his haze and points towards me. "Theia, this is my mate." Deimos introduces me. Her eyes widen with surprise and turn questioning Deimos. His eyes slowly begin to sadden and they turn away from her. This further agitates me. Who is she?

We both turned back to face Damen, who looked about he was about to have a heart attack. "It is our new luna?" He shouted, glaring at me. I was about to snap back at him when the commanding growl of an alpha rumbled through the room as Dustin pushed me behind him as though to protect me. My eyes widened at his movement, what was he doing? Damen seemed to be shaking in fear. "If that THING joins OUR pack there is no way I am staying!" Aside from Dustin's viscious growls the room was silent, he seemed as though he would shift any moment.

- She replied before leaving the room. Demetria was strolling through the long hall, planning how to get in touch with the people in the mountains when she felt a hand on her shoulder and was pulled into one of the rooms. Her eyes widened in shock when she recognized Kylan and Callista standing in front. The witch flashed a picture before her eyes, and Demetria caught a glimpse of a white dragon on it. - We need to talk. - Callista hissed, coming closer.

I gasp, surprised, my eyes flying open to meet Demitri’s intense gaze. “Having fun there, kisa?” he murmurs, his tone edged with amusement. He leans in, and before I can respond, he spits in my mouth. The shock and heat of it send me over the edge, my climax crashing through me as I clamp around Lucas, who groans and thrusts deeper, finding his release inside me as I shudder against him. Demitri’s gaze stays steady on mine, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. “I guess so,” he says, brushing his lips against my cheek. “Goodnight.” Without another word, he turns and walks away, leaving me breathless and stunned.

"It's Caleb and Annie, isn't it?" Demetri's complete loyalty to the other Ancient and his mate was renowned. There was no one else in their world the Ancient respected more, no one else he would follow. Putting two and two together had turned out to be easier than he'd anticipated. Demetri's slow nod confirmed the identity of the royal couple. "The Guardian survived the cull at the time, as did the first hybrid child," he told them gravely. "They are now mated and live within the Armand-Hanlon pack, which brings us to the reason why I've sought you out, Mac."

"Hmm...I like the sound of that!" Just as I am about to say something, a knock is heard on the door. Without waiting for an approval to come in, the door swings open, revealing Hendrix with his usual grin. "There you are!" He exclaims as he walks in. "The guests are wondering where the two lovey-dovey couples went." "Why the hell are you here?" Demetrius asks. "To call you two, of course. But don't worry, my dear Damien, she is all yours and you would surely have her to your satisfaction," Demetrius says with a cocky wink.

Demetrius shook his head. "You once ordered your men to kill me. Are you a coward that you cannot do your dirty work yourself?" she asked bitterly. She could feel her lifeline getting thin; the pain was building, but she was trying to hold it down. "I am not here to kill you, Annabelle. I am here to save my mate. Will you step aside and allow me to do that?" Demetrius asked, the zeal to fight leaving his body. He could hear the growls of victory outside. "Your men are dead, Jarod is dead; there is nothing to fight for again," he told her, then released her. He moved to his mate and gave her the antidote.

I say a thank you before taking a seat. "Hey Cayce," says Harold from the other end of the table. "Hi," I say. He smiles. I do too. "So, I haven't got to properly meet you," says Bennet's Mom as she takes a seat at the chair at Harold's right-hand. "My name is Cayce Vance. I'm seventeen. Turning eighteen in April. Oh, and I'm also a hybrid of angels and demons, known commonly as a gargoyle," I say. "I see," says his Mom, "well, my name is Megan Fitzroy, and I'm Bennet's mother, which I'm pretty sure you've gathered."