Hawk X Demetri Novels & Stories

“We have more things we can relate to than you think.” “It does seem like it.” I respond thoughtfully. “The next day Parker and I explored the grounds and kept busy until the afternoon rolled around. I ended up stumbling upon Demetri sitting in his office surrounded by piles of papers. If he hadn’t said something I would have completely missed him sitting behind them. Parker was quite shy going into the alpha’s office. He acted like he didn’t want to go in but he also refused to leave my side. It was the first time that it seemed he was afraid of the alpha. It made me wonder how many times he had seen alpha Mathias without my knowledge. Demetri picked up on it too. I remember him telling Par

Were demons even capable of forming emotional connections with other creatures? Demetri's head turned toward me, his black eyes standing out in the morning light. The color in his skin had returned, and he looked as healthy as he did the day that I had first summoned him here. "You look better," I whispered, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful morning. "Don't fool yourself, my little witch. Even at my worst over the past week, you still wanted me." The corner of Demetri's mouth pulled up, and I pursed my lips with my eyebrows raised.

Demetri Sylvestre barely acknowledged her presence, offering only the briefest glance before shifting his attention back to the window. Feeling slightly uneasy under his gaze, Snow forced a polite smile. "Nice meeting you," she said hesitantly. Extending her hand, she added, "I’m Snow Hidalgo, Marcus’ fiancée." Demetri’s sharp, unreadable eyes flickered down to her outstretched hand before they traveled lower, lingering a moment too long on her chest. The thin, white blouse she was wearing had gotten damp from the rain earlier, causing the fabric to cling to her skin. The faint outline of her red lace bra and the delicate curve of her cleavage were subtly visible.

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.

I said. "What nonsense are you spilling right now, Damien?" Demitri said and stood up. "I didn't kill your mother, nor did I kill my mother. I am not a murderer. You and I were both fooled, so we can fight each other," I said, and Demitri laughed. Next, he shifted into his wolf and launched at me. I shifted into my wolf immediately and defended myself. I was not ready to fight him, but Demitri's hate for me was intense, so I had to defeat him in battle if I wanted to talk some sense into his head.

“And this time… it’s not a test. It’s an escalation.” I swallowed, hollow humming in response to his fragment. The bond flared softly, tethering me to him, grounding me. Every step I took in the courtyard carried the weight of anticipation, the knowledge that whatever arrived would push us to our limits. ------------------------------------------------- The first wave emerged from the treeline, three rogue demi-gods, shifting between human and wolf forms, eyes glowing with volatile energy. Behind them, fragments of god magic flickered faintly, floating like shards of molten light, unstable and dangerous.

"You take the blood trail, I'll see to Pietro," Demetri ordered. "It might be best if you're not with me at the moment." His feral side was reacting to the heavy blood loss and the awful taint he could scent on the air. He wanted to try and ensure Joshua's safety as best he could. The other man didn't argue simply peeled off into the kitchen and down the stone steps into the bowels of the cottage. Demetri turned to the door that hid Pietro from his view. He reached out telepathically now he was close to his friend.

“Otherwise, I could not care less if Grafburg and the lycan pack remained enemies forever. So you better speak up now and tell us your reason.” Every eye was fixed on Demetri, challenging him to speak. Finally, he sighed, utterly defeated. “What were your parents’ names, Harley?” Why would he ask that? Although his question felt strange, I replied. “Bella and Harold Cooper.” Demetri closed his eyes briefly, his forehead forming a crease. “It’s Alpha Harold Dietor,” he said. “Not Cooper, Harley.” My heart stopped. “Harold was my cousin,” Demetri said, his voice edged with nostalgia. “He left home after failing to become the leader of the Lycan pack.

I want to laugh when Jaxon actually looks away, clearly pained and not sure how to handle her. Jaxon is an anti-social guy who rarely speaks, using his intimidating presence to scare people off. Apparently, it’s not working this time, and now he’s at a loss. “Haru, leave the guy alone and get your ass on my bike,” I command. Haru glares at me like she wants to kill me, but I give her a look that says, don’t argue. She eventually gives up and climbs on behind me. “I almost had him,” she murmurs in my ear.

If word goes back to Alpha Ronnie, won’t he regret letting her join the female warriors? Dimitri stretched out an apologetic smile, “I—” “Crista!” Hera called out, cutting Dimitri off sharply. Another female warrior hurried towards the trio. “Yes, Commander.” Crista dipped a light bow. “This female here seems to lack respect and looks down on all of us. Let’s welcome her properly, shall we?” Hera instructed as she let go of Dimitri’s arm. Dimitri looked between them with a confused look on her face; welcoming her was certainly not something good.