Hawke Flynn Novels & Stories

“So technically, I am alone. But not lonely, no. Just waiting.” “You mind if I wait with you, then?” He leans closer, and I catch a whiff of his cologne. Something woodsy and spicy. It goes straight to my cock. “Not at all.” “Good.” He grins, showing perfect white teeth. “I’m Hawk.” “Micah.” “Nice to meet you, Micah.” His eyes travel down to where the water hits my chest. “So these friends of yours—are they running late, or did you show up early?”

The leader, not daring to hold back, spilled all the details and showed his phone. Alexander shot the app info to Phoenix, telling her to find out where the signal was coming from. "Mister Kane, I've told you everything. We're good to go, right?" the leader asked, testing the waters. "What's your name?" Alexander asked with a grin, hoisting the man up. He had plans, and those guys were going to play a part. "They call me Hawkins, but you can call me Little Hawk or Hawk if you like," said Hawkins, sensing trouble but not objecting.

It has pay attention written all over his face. Hawk is a good player, he’s played a few teams now including Vancouver, Vegas and now Austin which is where he is from. Rumour has it that he plans to retire after the upcoming season to spend more time with his wife and their newborn. He’s a big lump of a guy and stands in around six five. He’s always been a tough one on the ice so to know he will be one of my wing men fills me with confidence.

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

He was practically a ghost in the business world, a billionaire tycoon known for his cold nature and ruthlessness. The reporter went on. “Speculations about Hawke’s sexuality have circulated for years. The fact that he’s never been seen with a woman only fuels the allegations.” A snort from behind me broke my focus. Jasmine, my best friend and partner-in-waitressing crime, leaned on the counter with a tray in hand, her face filled with disappointment. “I can’t believe it.” She said. “Lucas Hawke. Gay. And not just gay—psychotic.” I shrugged. “I’m more heartbroken that people like him are allowed to live good lives.”

I growled, my wolf taking control of my arms and pulling the hummer to a stop on the side of the highway. I turned my full attention on her angelic face. The look of innocent shock only fueled my lust for this tiny creature. I couldn't help but feel she was out to get me, out to be my downfall. Who knew the end of the notorious Alpha Killian Desmond would be due to a tiny little girl.

And shes there that night! “But strangely... though you are unconscious, you didn't have any internal wounds,” she added after seeing the suspicious in my eyes. She prove as he added the jade, “That contain our recent activity. The whole association hunts the rumored Lycan who cause chaos in the secluded island beneath the Thousand-Volcanoes-” I raise my brows upon the heard of it. “So what did you discover, then?” I ask just as I cut her off. She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-”

I snorted and hit him in the back of his head so that his blonde hair disheveled, “You already know who? Let’s not be coy.” Blayne came into the office shortly. He stood close to the windows and leaned his tall frame on the wall, tucking his hands into his jeans pockets. He launched right away into his extensive report. I sat upright in my executive chair with my hands folded across my chest. My senses alerted and hanging on his every word. “The rogue chief is Hank Floyd. He was exiled from the Wynder Moon Pack ten years ago. After the great war where the Rogue Alpha was killed and his pack eradicated, Hank was one of his soldiers that barely made it out alive.” He trailed off and cleared hi

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?

He knew they were not there when he had checked in. It was part of the reason why they had chosen this motel. A lack of security would make their job of getting in and out unnoticed significantly easier. The matte black miniature devices blended into the corners and crevasses smoothly. Having Hawk on a case with him always made him feel confident. The kid was named after his position. Hawk was good with technology. Not just computers but any system you put in front of him, he could hack into, break down, or reassemble in minutes.