Mha Hawks Quirk Novels & Stories

"You know, Herc's not a bad-looking guy. Built like a damn truck. Bet he's got people falling all over him." Quill raised an eyebrow, clearly not biting. "Are you trying to rile me up?" "Is it working?" Hawk pressed. Quill leaned in close enough that their lips almost touched again. "Stop." Hawk groaned quietly but didn't argue. He let his head fall back against the chair.

The Hawks had survived the first round, but today, they were stepping onto the frozen sheet against an even tougher, far more terrifying opponent: The Russian National Team. The Russians were not just massive and physical like the European team from yesterday, they were equally as fast, disciplined, and technically skilled as the Hawks. They were a true global powerhouse. From the very moment the referee dropped the puck to start the first period, it became crystal clear that this match was going to be a brutal war of attrition.

If word of this was spread, Tyger would be greatly humiliated in the streets! He asked, furiously, "Who here dares to cause trouble for Mr. York?" Hawks, who had been showing off arrogantly, did not assert his dominance upon seeing Tyger. Instead, he stared at Tyger, trying to dig into his memories. His gaze was filled with shock and confusion as he dared not believe in his own judgment. While Hawks stayed silent, Grace was the first one to speak.

Standing outside, in the glare of the afternoon sun, was Luke Hawkins,looking vibrant,wearing a cheerful smile like always. Rolling her eyes, she slid the chain entirely and opened the door. His pea green eyes assessed her and fell on the stupid robe that had parted a bit, showing a hint of cleavage. Being the stupid flirt he was, he said "looking smashing as always, b. Did you do that on purpose? " She laughed, ignoring his stare and hugged him. Not knowing someone had a crush on you was something ,but when you knew, it was 80% awkward. Luke had had a crush on her since she met him and his flirty attitude didn't help.

Paige paused, looking at Sierra in surprise. Sierra continued, "I know Grandma can be harsh, but that's how she's always been, right? Grandma knows she was wrong now… and Paige, we're both a Quirk. The Quirks are our support, our safety net." Paige responded calmly, "Sierra, I understand where you’re coming from, but I can't meddle in Chris's work matters. I don't understand it, and I think if Chris doesn't want Dad in the Flower Bay Project, he must have his reasons."

For my lack of a wolf? The humiliation I’d made out of myself at the game tonight? Alpha Rhys Jaeger is known as the “Mad Alpha”, mentally deranged Coach who keeps himself off the ice during the games but keeps his pack hockey players in check. While he stands beside Alpha Silas, he looks more calm than the rumors portrayed, towering over even Silas’s pure muscles and height of 6 '2. Everyone knows about him. Or… thinks they do. They say he doesn’t have control when he shifts. That he’d killed Alphas during games, that he doesn’t keep wives, but sex slaves and trophies.

I glanced at Alex who raised an eyebrow at me before focusing back on the road. “I’m fine, Mace. But I’ll keep that in mind if he gets out of hand.” “I want details.” “It’s just dinner.” “Still want details when you can talk,” she said. “Yeah, yeah.” I smiled. “I’ll call you later.” “’Bye,” she said, and hung up. I dropped my phone back in my purse and glanced at Alex again. “Why are you called Hawk?” “I was a sharp shooter in the marines.”