Hawks X Dabi Novels & Stories

Dax and his club might be slightly domesticated now but the way they deal with trouble is similar to Moon's approach and I don't see that changing. Gomez is indebted to Dax for saving Celina's niece, and Dax is indebted to Moon and Gomez for standing behind him throughout the difficult transition of his club. Now Moon and the Crows are in business together. Moon is a silent backer in Dax's medical marijuana dispensaries. If the legal marijuana law passes in the next election, Moon's organization and the entire club will make a shitload more of legal money. As an ex-con, Dax and his crew can't have their name on the dispensaries. That's where Dax's wife, Sofia, comes in. The woman is as busin

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

Selah let out a soft, breathless laugh, her cheeks flushing a beautiful, healthy pink as Damaris lifted her hand to the light. "Oh my god," Damaris squealed, her usual professional composure completely evaporating. "Selah! It’s stunning. It’s... it’s so you. Look at the raw cut! Who did this?" She whipped her head around, her sharp eyes pointing directly at Xavier, who was standing near the bar. "Xavier, tell me you didn't just buy this off a rack. This is custom." Xavier didn't answer immediately. He slowly raised his glass of scotch to his lips, a slow, incredibly proud, and possessive smirk spreading across his rugged face.

I asked, already suspicious because of the way he said it. There was a pause, small but noticeable. “What?” I pressed. “It’s probably nothing,” he said quickly. “Just something the guys at the club were talking about.” “What guys? What were they saying?” “It’s stupid. Forget it.” “No, tell me.” Another pause, longer this time, like he was debating if he should even say it. “There’s this site,” he said finally. “Underground. People make money there.” My grip on the phone tightened slightly. “Doing what?”

"Mr. Robinson, w—why are you here You …" Dax noticed that Xavier's back was bleeding, and the blood was seeping through his shirt. He was instantly horrified and yelled out loud, "Who the hell hurt Mr. Robinson? Stand up right now!" A thug was pushed out of the group, trembling in fear. Dax went up and kicked him before handing Xavier a beer bottle. "Mr. Robinson, do it to him and teach him a lesson for me." Xavier turned to pass the bottle to Yvonne. "He was coming for you. Why don't you do it?"

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Harris barely had time to react when he saw a large group of warriors step out of the tree line and march toward his territory. The unwelcomed Alpha lunged forward, shifting as he ran towards Harris. Harris immediately shifted and leaped off the ground, his wolf snarling and growling as they collided in the air. …. Dax was quickly losing strength as he fought off attack after attack. Unfortunately, one attacker was persistent and he was unable to fight off the Alpha. The bastard had the upper hand since he wasn't fighting alone. Every time Harris took down one of the Alpha's men, another joined him.

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.