Mohawk Invincible Death Novels & Stories

I was particularly in the mood for some self-torture too and what better way to get self-tortured than having a glass of scotch burn your throat so badly you could elementally lose the mind you were so badly trying to avoid? We took a seat in the main living room, a glass of scotch down, he turned to me with all the seriousness in the room available on his face. “You mentioned something about the whole there being a mole in the council. A person gave me a leak. A son of mine, Jordan. He said that he overheard some men, specifically rogues. They were talking about being heavily paid by someone from the upstate and they were supposed to hunt down two women. They were returning from his bar and

At this point, I was certain, that my breathing wasn't there anymore. "The sword is-- His words were uncompleted, this time not by my interruptions but by the heavy clanging of metals and cries for help, it soon got deafening. "What is happening?!" I yelled to him, but he also looked lost. "Alpha," warrior Logan came scramming in, his hurried steps disheveled. "Blackfur pack. They are here.. W-war!" His words were just as messed up as his steps. "War? What w-- I didn't get to complete my sentence before an arrow shot right through warrior Logan, penetrating greatly into his skin and dropping to the floor from his back; bloodied.

I knew that voice. I would recognize it anywhere. Slowly, I turned around. Damian Blackwood stood several feet away. Tall. Powerful. Intimidating. The future Alpha of Moonfang. The man I once loved more than my own life. The man I actually died for. For a split second, my chest tightened. Then I remembered his words. She was useful. The pain became ice. Damian studied me carefully. Confusion flickered across his silver eyes. "Why are you here?"

[Shahira's Pov– Three Days After the Hearing] The celebration was over. Reality had set in. Ten dead. Twenty-three wounded, some still recovering. A formal censure on our record. Mordecai diminished but not defeated. His network damaged but still functional. And the knowledge that this was just the beginning of a much longer fight. I stood in front of the memorial stone, reading the names carved there. Isabella Methlock; Sara Thornwood; Marcus Greenriver; Kira Shadowpaw; Damon Swiftheart; Elena Moonwhisper; Tomas Ironclaw; Jenara Windstone; Luke Forestborn; Aiden Nightrunner; Maya Starlight

He then sat down on the sofa, opening a new can of beer, and gulped it down which moistened his dry throat before he said to Mohawk, “You guessed the beginning but not the end, huh?” “Hump! Cohen, don’t be complacent. We’re not finished yet. Just you wait!” One of Mohawk’s hands had been crippled, and he lost sensation in one of his legs because of a strike by the baton. However, he still had not realized what kind of person he had offended. He looked so unafraid that it was comical.

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