Hawk X Demetri Novels & Stories

“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.

There had to be a reason Anakatrine had saved them and she was determined to find out what that reason was. Demetri growled, coming instantly awake as the sound of the front door opening roused him from his sleep. Mara stirred at his side, sitting up abruptly as she too heard the intruder downstairs. She turned to look at her husband, but he was already flowing from the bed in one sinuous movement, morphing into his feral state before his feet touched the floor. He was halfway towards the bedroom door before the scent of their nocturnal visitor reached him, and he halted his movement, muttering a loud curse.

“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.

The accusation cracked through the room. Jaxon immediately stepped forward. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “I should’ve been paying better attention. This happened because I lost focus.” The self-hatred in his eyes made my chest ache. But Daniel spoke before Dad could respond. “That bitch can teleport, Christopher,” he said flatly. “She practices blood magic and has the mountain witches backing her. This isn’t some easy fight.” His jaw clenched. “You should be grateful we even made it out alive.”

THE PACK’S DEN Dimitri stayed coiled up on a wooden bed placed by the corner of the den she had been locked up in. She leaned against the wall with her eyes closed as the stilled air hit her skin like she had begged for it. She took a deep breath in. “How pitiful you look,” William’s voice sounded just when she released her breath. Dimitri snickered; causing her body to vibrate. Just wonderful. Not only had she been locked up in here for how many moons, she just happened to have her first visitor be a Demon she wishes will just let her be.

I ask. "Well, take my case for example," says Meg. "When I met Harold, and we started to go out, I was told by his father that because I was human, I would go through heat. I do every now and then, and maybe that's why we have so many kids, but point being, I do go through heat even though I'm only human." "But your case is extremely unique," says Diana. "I don't think there's ever been a case in which a half breed of angel and demon has been mated to a werewolf. And even if there was, we have no record of it."

I knew what I would choose to do in this position, maybe I did. Everyone seemed to have no idea about what was happening. “We haven’t seen anything or anyone different here” one man said from the elders. He was Demetrius, one of the oldest men in the kingdom, known for his never-ending strength and wisdom. His face was always full of concern, even with people he barely knew, it was very easy to recognize him as a respected person. The elders trusted him above anyone else, after me. “There's got to be something” someone else mumbled among them.

to her. "I need a little late-night snack. Anyone want some popcorn?" Demetria asked. Cynthia passed, but Kerry nodded. Demetria left Cynthia in the room with the lyrebird and met Kerry in the kitchen. "Sorry, she slipped away when I was showing a few wolves some techniques," he said. "Did she see you?" Demetria grabbed the box of popcorn and popped it into the microwave. "Yeah, but she thinks I was just talking to the lyrebird."