Hawk Mountain Book Novels & Stories

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

But I didn’t. Hawk unwrapped his arm from around me and splayed his fingers. Tiny sparkling blue lights flickered around him. Like dozens of blue lightening bugs. I looked up to verify the glow wasn’t reaching the tree-tops. It’s too dim. We’re safe. He knows what he’s doing. I reminded myself. Warfare, hunting and being hunted are not new things for him. And for a second, I let myself guess how many mages he’d hunted down himself. How many families he may’ve participated in destroying?

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

Running through the fog. But there was nothing. No one there. The hawk adjusted its grip on me, and a talon scraped along my arm. Leaving a long, thin cut. I hissed through my teeth at the pain. The great red and gold giants behind us must’ve scented my blood. They began roaring. Rumbling screeching sounds that echoed over everything and made my body quake. Unsettling the flock of giant hawks. I understood their fear. I looked over my shoulder at the scaled monsters. Blood red and glinting as gold as coin. Roaring in a drawn out sounds that echoed over the mountain tops.

Ideally, if Kenton was successful, his vampires and the fairies would drive the wolves off of Wolf Mountain and I would no longer have to worry about Michael and Ethan and their revenge. “If we successfully drive the wolves away, will the name still be Wolf Mountain?” I asked as I lazily nibbled on a pretzel. “It’s the name that’s registered with the state reserve, so I imagine so,” Godwin said as he dropped down on the sofa next to me and stretched out so that his feet were crossed at the ankles and resting on the arm of the sofa and his head was in my lap. “That’s a pity,” I said as I lightly traced the curves of his ear with my fingertips. “It would be nice to never have to hear the word

HUNTER’s POV We all turned to Brock who stood and brought back a huge book with ancient markings on it. Where did he even get that from? Dropping the book on the table, everyone sitting around it either coughed or pinched their nose as dust blasted through the air around us. “Oops, sorry,” Brock uttered as he opened the book. He flips through the pages until he stopped and looked like he found what he was searching for. “Oh, here it is,” he says and points at a passage on the book.