Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Victor Husley stood at the of bustling art gallery, his sharp eyes were scanning the room with his predatory gaze. The clinking of glasses and low conversations were filling the air, but his mind was somewhere else. Events like these were more of an obligation than a pleasure, a place to rub shoulders with other wealthy people and nod at the approval of overpriced paintings. His tailor suit fit him perfectly, seeing his broad shoulders and powerful build, while his expression was cold which keeps strangers at a safe distance.

If my wolf hadn’t been quick enough, he’d be barely more than ash beneath my feet. And he knows it.. Swallowing hard, Hawthorne’s chest is heaving as he looks down at me, his eyes wide. “Couldn’t you sense who it was, Apple? Not many witches can open a portal inside the center of a packhouse, especially not one warded by Araminta Thorpe!”

Flashback over After that bull, I couldn’t enjoy the bath I desperately craved. I really needed to get out and do something, I found myself in the library. That flashback had me wondering about Odin. Wasn’t that Thor’s father in those Marvel movies? That Chris Hemsworth, ooh yummy, yummy. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes and when I opened them I was standing with my nose almost touching a book. “Gah!” I was startled not just because of the close proximity of my face to the bookshelf, but because of where I was. I was all the way on the opposite side of the library around two corners and I never made a move.

I tell he skeptically. "I say we let them, he's not Ezra Addy. You have to give him a chance." I'm not sure how I feel about her being so trusting after what happened but here she is more trusting than I am. We cross into Hawthorne Bay's borders and my mouth drops. It's surrounded by woods and has what looks like a natural moat. We have to cross a bridge just to enter his land. It's fall and the trees are changing colors which makes it look like a scene out of a movie.

Then I moved. The fire was dying, but not dead. I took the metal poker, nudged the blackened lumps apart until scraps flared orange then dimmed again. A corner of a page survived, curling like a wounded wing. I plucked it free with the poker and pressed it into the stone ledge until the flame snuffed. The paper was brittle, edges charred, but ink remained. Numbers. Wire transfers. Names I recognized—politicians, contractors, hospitals. And one word that made my stomach flip: Hawthorne.

The first whispers began at Hartwell's General Store on a Tuesday morning in late March, when Mrs. Dorothy Chen noticed that Iris Bloom had developed what she described to her husband as "an unnatural glow about her." The observation might have passed unremarked if not for the fact that young Tommy Morrison had sworn he'd seen lights dancing in the Thornwick greenhouse at three in the morning, and the widow Sarah Whitmore had been asking pointed questions about the old families' protective traditions.

he said . "Ok tomorrow it is ." Jack has been driving for hours and have been asking him questions since.Am a little bit scared what if he is taking me back . "Are we getting closer."I asked looking out the window trying to observe the area. "We are almost there so stop been scared."he said with his eyes still focused on the road. We finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse .through the corners of my eyes I saw the pass word he typed in and the door opened. Am really an observant person, during the drive here i already planned my escape route how many guards are at the door and at the main entrance and lastly that movement of the security cameras. Pretty smart, I know.

“The riddle. It’s a play on words. Hawthorne. The rose and the thorn. The thorn is Hawthorne. And the rose is scarlet. As in, The Scarlet Letter. In other words, it’s about Hawthorne. And Paine.” At that moment, the old woman entered the room again, seemingly coming back to her senses. She looked at them both, and said, “I’m sorry, but I really do need to close up now –” Caitlin hurried over to her, grabbing her arm. “Where did Hawthorne live?” “Excuse me?” “Nathaniel Hawthorne,” she said excitedly. “It says he once lived in Salem.” “

The Moonless Pack is nearly as big as the capital. If the capital has so much mountain, the Moonless Pack is rich in forest and woods. Misty didn't wait for my order and do all things necessary to makes me comfortable. Not that I want to be comfortable right now. But the boring atmosphere gives me a headache! “What's with this place?” I nearly rolled my eyes, and Misty can only pouted behind me. If not for the fact that the forest just behind the resident is kind of giving off pressure that strange me, I should have smash her for ever gives me idea of this place!

With my head lowered I quickly introduced myself. "Good evening sir/ma, my name is Aurora Hawthorne, I have been assigned to you and I am here to assist you throughout your stay in our hotel, please how may I be of help to you?" I said under one breath as I stood waiting for his answer. "Au..roRa?" he rolled my name as I smiled looking up to meet his gaze only for my jaw to drop. It was him again, the devil. Shocked and taken aback followed by a sense of fear I watched the smile on his face spread.