Nick Haunted Hathaways Novels & Stories

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

Despite his quick recovery, the scar on his neck was the living mark of his father's "affection" Hades advanced on him. Behind him the footsteps became louder. A set of at least 50 wolves appeared. Nicolas felt his emotions stir inside him. That night was going to be hectic.

With a sigh, I started, “Najak is a Lich, an undead creature who practices dark magic. Nobody knows for sure where he stays though Leo believes that he spotted him around that fortress I had mentioned earlier…it is very difficult to spot him…he lives in the dark and is literally a walking corpse that shrouds itself in a black veil. I don’t think anybody has ever seen his face. Ad this Lich has a particular hatred for us werewolves.” Hayden interrupted, “Why?”

Nicholas asked. "Hmmm," he hummed, drumming his finger on the steering, "Just thinking," he voiced out. "No splitting of too much blood" Nicholas grinned, "and not too easy". "Trust me" he smirked. Nicholas got down halfway through where Jack was kept. Nathaniel drove to the abandoned house where Jack lived. Nathaniel scoffed, looking at the area, he parked his car away from the street, taking a baseball bat from the back seat. He walked inside slowly with his shoe clicking on the ground, resonating around the silent houses.

"The 'Hawke' family has successfully 'Liquidated' the old 'Source-Code'. Phase Four: The Universal Audit begins now. Target: The 'Inheritor'." Ethan Hawke looked at his "Broken" hands. He had killed the "Accountant," but he had inadvertently unlocked the "Mainframe" for a "Higher-Level Alpha."

“This is completely unfair.” “You didn’t get the hint?” Nic asks, sarcastic. “Considering it’s called the Deadlands? And you’re alive?” “No, Nic, I didn’t,” I bite back, narrowing my eyes. “And just in case you ever make the same mistake when you’re planning a trip to Not-a-Jackass-Ville, you’re not invited.” Anton barks out a sharp laugh and then slaps a hand over his mouth, turning away, his shoulders shaking. Nic just glowers at me, not thinking it’s nearly as funny.

Nicholas said. "No!" Nahigra responded. Hoots was as lost as Avery. " What is going on here?" Hoots asked. "Nicholas thought we wanted to kill him silently. He has been overthinking since he got that book." Nahigra said. "You didn't tell him beforehand?" Hoots asked. "I forgot." She said, "Why isn't she here yet?" Nahigra said. Then another knock on the door. "Oh here he comes." Nahigra said, and Hoots father entered.

Jack let out a crack of laughter, his eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t name that made my heart race. “Let’s get going, then,” he said. “I can’t wait to shake this place off my boots, this cabin is disgusting. You should be more careful, though. Too much shaking and you’ll trip again.” “Fuck off. These boots are worth more than your truck.” He only shook his head at me, and we turned to the kitchen doorway side by side this time. *** Nate Hawthorne did indeed take calls in the middle of the night, sounding wary but not sleepy at all when he answered the phone and then downright delighted once he understood we wanted to pay him and his shaman brother-in-law Arik actual cash money for ma

The man crossed his arms, which made his biceps look like they could bench press a small car. "I'm Jethro Gibbs, Beta of Haanshil Bloodlines, and you're in the main manor on pack territory, approximately forty miles north of Veilridge City." "Right, okay, werewolf kidnapping it is, and they do exist." Hart took a deep breath, and grabbed the water and drank it anyway because his throat felt like sandpaper, and if they wanted him dead they probably wouldn't waste good hydration on him first. "So what's the plan here, do I get sacrificed at the next full moon, or is this more of a ransom situation?"

I added. Later on, I heard someone sarcastically laugh behind me. Fear enveloped into myself but I couldn't do anything but to pretend as If I didn't scared at all. “Look how adorable my woman right now.” He said. I immediately turn to face him. “Who tf are you? Your woman? My ass!” I mentioned. This man wear a black hoodie and cap that's why I barely see his face. I freeze after I witnessed how he grin. “Who else owns you besides me?”