Hector Dagworth Granger Novels & Stories

DEA I was putting together my presentation for the seminar for more than half the day, distracting myself from my real problems. When I opened the email last night, I was excited but it was short-lived when I read the names of the other scientists that were going to be there as well. Dr. Jason Yates stood out to me and all of a sudden I was a sobbing mess yet again but I found my happy place as I buried my head in Victor's pillow and inhaled a scent I could only relate to him.

Like everyone in the room, Granger was also wearing a black outfit–he was mourning with them for the death of Herald. He looked like he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders. This was a different kind of Granger they used to know. Granger did look like he was having it hard to cope with Herald’s death, his former ally. He stood on the doorway as his eyes met Georgia’s first, then to Lily, and to Hazel at last–as if he was asking for permission to come inside.

“If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And I want your eyes on Maxine. I still find it odd that our men died when they were on duty to keep her safe. And then this… I want eyes and ears on her, not to protect her this time.” Hunter hesitated, shifting on his feet. “And… what about Valerie? Do you plan to tell her? She has the right to know.” I looked down at the faint glow of her message still on my phone, her simple words: ‘He stopped by again. Nothing unusual.’

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

“Somewhere quiet and decadent. No more shows, Mark. Just us.” When the elevator doors opened to the underground garage, I spotted Hector immediately. He was leaning against a black SUV, his face grim. My gut tightened. The victory champagne immediately lost its fizz. “Report, Hector,” I demanded, dropping Sage’s hand and walking toward him. Hector glanced quickly at Sage, then back at me. He looked worried, which was rare. “I need a word, Boss. Private.” I didn’t like that. I hated that. “Anything you have to say, you can say in front of Sage.”

I ask with clenched teeth. “Killing them… while you all were distracted…” Grace closes her eyes and doesn’t open them again. She has passed. I feel a chill down my spine, where is Zack and who is he going to kill. At that moment, three members of the 9th Unit come in to help us, Sabrina surely asked for reinforcements. The Sharks check that Xander and Grace are dead. “Is everyone fine?” Anthony asks us. "Yes," Jareth replies as he hands me my son. "What about you, Major Mortensen?" He asks me looking at me with a half-smile.

This meant he would only have twenty-four hours before the spell was over; that’s if he could survive. “How do you feel Hector?” Jakes voice held a worried tone, he had watched him grow from a boy to a man. If something happened, it would be heart breaking for him to tell his parents. Hector didn’t answer, instead stuck his arm to the side allowing flames to form encasing it entirely. I watched as he turned his head to the side, only this time his other arm glowed. He was getting a feel for our gifts. “Hector?” Athena had moved to his side, her hands cupping his face seemed to bring him out of his daze.

a man answered. "This is Dr. Granger in the Psych ward. We have an emergency situation. I need a security team and send a medical team as well." She opened the closet door and stifled a scream. Hector's dead eyes stared back at her from the crumpled body on the floor. "Call the police! Hector's been murdered!" She looked away and looked across the screens at the patients. Her eyes locked on the screen showing Ben's room. There was a man leaning over Ben's body. He was beating on his chest. NO! HE WAS STABBING HIM!

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

dad said, mocking me “what makes anyone believe that whatever you are saying is true? You could be saying what you are to show off that you have someone to back you up. You know, you could also be doing it to get rid of me, and knowing that your husband trusts you, you could be using that to your advantage” Alpha Dimitri growled, his wolf’s growl sending shivers down my spine as he broke our conversation. Dad’s eyes dropped to the ground as he fought to control his shaking hands, and seeing as Donatello now stood in front of him, alongside Nathan and Dimitri, my heart ached as I knew what to anticipate for my father.