James Hook Descendants Novels & Stories

It probably wouldn’t end well for those Islanders. Another text was information about the peerless sniper. Yoana suspected the man to be a long lost young master from the Yorks of Hong Kong, Julian York. He was said to be the direct descendant of the Yorks’ third branch house. He had been roaming around the Middle Eastern battlefield and rarely came back to Hong Kong, but now, he had shown up… The last text was from George. He looked up Teal’s background as Harvey instructed him. It was a shame. Even someone as highly intelligent as George couldn’t find anything significant.

James laughed with little surprise on his face at the news. James was Beta Adam's and beta Caseys son he grew up with us in the Palace he and Eoin were inseparable just as our fathers had been, and one day, James would be Eoin's Beta. James had gone to his Uncle Alpha Harris Shine's pack to help with a massive rogue issue for a couple of months after his uncle Beta had been injured, and the beta's son there was only fourteen. My father and Adam had mused over who to send to help, but in the end, they felt it was a good learning experience for James, and being a royal Beta, he was strong enough. It was great to have him back. I had missed him.

Her voice was laced with a chilling confidence; her chin lifted in a gesture of smug superiority. I was sick of her calling me "sister." And the thought of my child calling her child "brother" made my stomach churn. Whose child even is that? Could this child be… a Ferguson family descendant? If it wasn't James, that ruled out Xavier, too. The eldest and second sons of James Ferguson's uncle's sons were married with children of their own. Wenchen Ferguson was the fourth descendant of the family, but his relationship with James was… strained. If the child was theirs, why would James be so involved, going to such lengths to cover it up?

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

JAMES. "Are we worried about them?" I asked, nodding at the file. "Caleb St. James?" Nico leaned back and removed his glasses. "We aren't worried, we are aware. There is a difference." "He controls the southern shipping routes," I said, recalling the briefing Dante had given us before we left New York. "Old money, clean reputation. But his family has been moving contraband through Charleston since the Civil War." "Exactly," Nico said. " He probably thinks we are street thugs in expensive suits. He’s going to find out that street thugs bite harder."

My warriors snarled as we combed the wreckage, unearthing a charred communicator crackling with a final transmission: "The heir lives. Strike the heart—eliminate the old alphas. James sends his regards." James. The name hit like a silver blade, Hang's ancient enemy, the one who'd slaughtered Clara's mother, twin sister and vowed revenge. But alive? Rallying exiles? And a traitor feeding him intel from within our ranks? Rage boiled in my veins, my wolf howling for blood as I crushed the device in my fist.

His frown deepened, but I continued. "Among all of King Lycus’ descendants, only he had the power of compulsion. He passed it to his son, who then passed it to Michelle. Michelle and James were siblings—" I paused, letting that sink in. "And if Michelle was the one who inherited it, then there’s a high possibility that James didn’t. If James never had it, then neither would his children." A silence stretched between us, thick with the weight of that revelation. "If that’s the case," I finished, "then the massacre at Narva had nothing to do with a Moonchild."

"I was part of the resistance. Julian wants the names of the cells still operating in Havenfall. Jokes on him—I've been in this hole so long, the people I knew are probably dead of old age." The resistance. Leading a rebellion in Julian’s city would take a special kind of monster. Nathan looks toward James’s shadow. "And you, James?" "Similar to you, actually," James says. "He wants my family. My mate and my child. She’d be a grown man by now. Or grown woman. I don't even know." "But you don't know where they are?"

“I don’t know why Clurife has suddenly decided to just take out everyone who is a descendant of Poseidon all of a sudden, but . . .” But James wasn’t listening anymore. As he sat staring unseeingly at the tablet in his lap, his mind reverted to the last time he had had the dream. He closed his eyes as for the first time since he’d had it, he allowed the words to be replayed. James was whispering them under his breath, but when he said, “the descendants of my brother Poseidon will fall first,” the breath caught in his throat. His pulse raced like the pounding of a horse’s hooves and the blood in his veins shouted to him that he was on to something. “The descendants of my brother Poseidon will