Hawk Eye Mihawk Mga Nobela at Kwento

His baby blue eyes were intense as if absorbing in everything around him. But it was the last male that had Chloe almost falling over herself. He was the one that held Alpha Nathaniel's undivided attention and yet this young male seemed not so interested. His black hair glimmered like satin under the lights and his hazel eyes were almost feline as they watched the Alpha. His own power and dominance rolled off of him in waves, knocking the air from Chloe's lungs. His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a godlike complexion that were perfectly complemented by broad shoulders, tattooed arms corded in muscle and full lips that were currently pursed in concentration.

he reported . Mikhail's eyes narrowed as he listened to Luciano's report, That's news alone made mikhail's blood to boil badly. He began to imagine several ways he was going to kill those bastards when he meets them but first he has to deal with the spy so that next time no one would dare spy on them again. The Eagles Clan's audacity knew no bounds, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on them. Without a word, he stormed out of the bathroom, his black attire making him look like a menacing figure. The black hanky tied around his hair added a touch of brutality to his appearance, and Luciano knew better than to get in his way.

Alpha Hawke sat in the front row during my Luna Ceremony. His eyes did not stray from me for even a second. My first impression of this man was that he was his daughter’s fool and the queen’s henchman but now it was painfully obvious that he was neither of the two. His actions were calculated and his moves well hidden.

He found an empty spot, cleared his throat, and shouted at the rainforest behind him, "Ms. Mihika, is the cat-and-mouse game enjoyable? Are you just going to follow me forever? It's time to come out." Although Adrian had not seen his pursuer’s face, he could tell that the one tracking him was likely none other than Mihika. As his words echoed, there was a rustling sound in the surrounding jungle. A figure in white gracefully emerged from the thicket, stepping forward to stand before Adrian. Adrian’s guess was right. It was indeed Mihika. Her face bore a smile, softening the icy mask on her face.

Alessia's POV Stood in front of me a man in all his muscular glory. He was tall, handsome and attractive. What fascinated me were his eyes. Red hawk eyes. “Falcon,” I muttered. He smiled “Hello Alessia” . His voice was smooth and cool, sending shivers down my spine. Who could have imagined that we have werehawks around us. “You are a werehawk?” I asked stupidly even though I could see him. “Yes” he replied in his smooth voice

His fist skimmed my shoulder, but I grabbed a chunk of broken wood from the crate behind me and swung it hard. Crack. Straight into Arnou’s arm as he lunged. He howled in pain, stumbling back. They all looked stunned, just for a second. That was enough. I slipped my hand into my coat pocket and twisted something small and sharp. Shriek. A high-pitched pulse ripped through the clearing like a banshee’s cry. The others dropped to their knees, howling in pain, hands clutching their ears and gritting their teeth. It was a tiny shard of sonic crystal. I’d borrowed it from Mira, tweaked it using leftover training tech, tuned it to hit frequencies only wolves could hear. One sharp twist and it woul

I was told he specializes in the use of knives and daggers and was more deadly than a raging bull. He had no tattoos on his body and he always had a mean look on his hardened face. Real name, Jack Lansing.Storm, the big brains, the hacker. Real name,Michael Angelo. Not all that tall,5ft 9,with thick black short hair,styled in a Mohawk.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

Suddenly footsteps came up from behind them. “So, would you like to see some of the ship’s treasures?” It was Erwaith. His eyes were beaming, and he seemed quite puffed up with himself. Velsusi turned around first and gave the captain a long look. “I know of your treasures already.” “Oh, how so…do I call you Velsusi, Purple One, Hawkman…what say you?” “Just call me Old Hawk. That will do nicely for now.” He gave Myllyof a quick wink.