Ironmouse X Connor Novels & Stories

anymore. Issy could not see me because she couldn't control her hunger, Mariah had run away with you and I couldn't find the servant that helped me take your mother out of our house. I was a broken man. After four years my father had an accident and could no longer walk. He decided to retire and leave me to do the job, but I wasn't the only hunter available. I just had special abilities because of my bloodline. With the evil lies that were spread about the Masacre because of McCain and some suvivors, I decided to resign. I was angry. We had sacrificed everything for the safety of the good guys and they had found a way to turn us into the bad guys with lies of which I suspect McCain for spre

There was a scream of pain from the other side as the wood splintered and cracked under the force. “What have we here?” Connery wondered aloud as he pulled the man out. It was not, as he had initially thought, Logan Wren, but rather the warlock, Aaron. “F-k man!” Aaron cupped his nose, blood streaming. “You f-king broke my nose.”

"Soft-bellied, fur-brained cowards! Every last one of you! Disgraceful! How dare you not defend your Alpha until your last breath! Have you lost your wits?! You all relished the destruction of the moon—" "It's over, tyrant." I looked over my shoulder and saw Izar emerge from the still crowd. He was minimally covered in blood, seemingly otherwise unharmed. Just inches away, he leaned a forearm on the edge of the well wall, fighting a smug and satisfied smirk. His eyes looked Connor up and down. "How long I've waited to see my family's murderer brought to his last lick of sense." "I don't even know who you are," Connor spat.

The air in the tower changed into a terror filled one. The men who were all seated earlier rose on their feet. Is the stranger trying to challenge their Alpha? Does he have a death wish or is he tired of living? "I am not a very patient person, speak up now or else..." Alpha David was cut off before he could complete his statement. "I am Alpha Connor McNair, the little wolf you killed his family and took over his father's position as the Alpha" Alpha Connor paused, he took another step towards Alpha David with his eyes roaming around the men's terrified gaze.

"If you weren't an omega, I would make you my bitch and mate." "But too bad you're not my mate." They all burst out laughing—all four of them. I could feel the cold chill run down my spine as their laugh went on. My vision blurred as the tears fell from my eyes like waterfalls, but I was still able to see the unmistakable long scar that scales across Mr. Connor’s face, and his eyes were gleaming with cruelty. A wicked smile played at the corners of his lips as he bent down, squatting to my level.

Zoe kept the proceedings going, and I was grateful for that. Connor knelt before my casket, refusing to budge no matter how many people tried to make him leave. No one wanted to stir up trouble at such a somber event, so after a few failed attempts, everyone eventually gave up trying to persuade him. Connor had been awarded the nickname 'Hawk-Eye' because of his keen intuition in finance, but the truth was, it was a fitting moniker, for his eyes were fierce and clear as a hawk's. Everyone who locked eyes with him would always have the uncanny feeling that his gaze could penetrate their thoughts.

Just as he reached for her, Zoe opened her eyes and smiled. "Hello, Connor," He stumbled backward into the arms of one of the waiting lycans. Darina flipped the lights on, and Connor looked around, seeing that he had been set up. He tried to get out of the lycans grasp, but it was useless. One of them slipped a silver collar around his neck before he could shift. "Let me go. You have no right to touch me. I'm the last living Lightning Guardian." Connor said smugly, still believing Ryder didn't know the truth of his birth.

They had turned on their front lights again but he stood resolute and looking at him, I couldn't stop admiring how attractive he was and he had a piercing on the left ear and his red eyes that still beamed. His raven black hair which he styled in a suave, tousled manner made him look sophisticated with his black outfit. The more I looked at him, the more I felt my wolf long for his wolf. I bit my lower lips as my eyes met with his full pink lips and the tilt he made with his lips made him looked like a sly, magical fox. "Let's say, you were lucky the other day but what makes you think you'll be lucky today??" Connor scoffed as he held his gun which was still in its holster.

They were silver. I froze. Hunter whispered, “Moon… she has the power of the moon… how?” Valerie’s breath came out in ragged bursts. Power rippled off her in waves, bending the grass, rattling the wooden beams around us. “Xavier,” she choked out. “I… I can’t stop it…” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward me, her body slamming into my chest as her wolf fought against itself, against her skin, against the air.

Lisa’s eyes went wide. "Ava? Are you... hiding a stray?" she hissed. "You just broke the bond with that cur Blake, but I know the scent of a dominant male when it hits me. Who is daring enough to mark my Silver Wolf’s territory? Move! Let me see him!" She tried to shoulder her way past, but a massive, scarred hand caught the edge of the door. Connor stepped into the frame, his bare chest a map of power that seemed to suck the air out of the hallway.