Octopus Hank Novels & Stories

He couldn't give in because he still needed my assistance. There were always voices of opposition in the Pack these days, demanding that he stop working with Stone Forest Pack. These stubborn old men were really getting on my nerves. Pete was indeed not one of those good guys, but he and Hank had the best healing technique in the world. The maids they produced were both sexy and flirtatious. Well, this da*n fatty Hank controlled these slaves. After he grew tired of them, he'd sell them as maids. He was a real pain in the a*s.

Jake thrust his head back before turning to find a tall hooded figure suddenly standing next to him. He quickly noticed that it was the same person he had seen the previous night outside the Pumpkin Park, with his long dark tattered robes and a hood over his head. "Is this your stall?" "Why? Because I'm standing next to it? You are, too." "What?" "Not important," the figure went on, with his husky voice which reminded Jake of Bill Wilkins' ghost in The Conjuring 2 movie. "This town is filled with things way beyond imagination, kid, most of us are just too blind to see it..."

One student in thick glasses said when Olga and Xavier are already out of their sight. "Don't worry kids, even scums get their time in sun. People like those two kids, and their friends, and everyone who only stand by and watch as they tear through people's emotions will have a debt to pay. Remember, karma is always just around the corner." The janitor, Mr. Robert Swanson said.

“I have to give it to you, you have balls. Maybe that’s why you are very successful in business. You came into a werewolf pack as a human and have laid baseless accusations against the Alpha and his pack members. Only a foolish person or someone willing to die can do this. However, I will spare your life if you leave now. Don’t say I did not do something good for you.” Hank started to argue but noticed how Alpha Damien’s eyes had changed colours and his hands had transformed into claws. “I...” “You are still talking?” Alpha Damien growled, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Hank's spine. Hank got up quickly, realizing he had pushed too far. He had to be alive if he wanted to help

Hank takes a deep breath and says: "And that's the biggest problem, what for? It's as if someone wants to eliminate Theon, but what for? Even if Theon is gone, Hayden will inherit his title and later his sons, and after them, Tony and later their Gamma and next head warriors. So even if it's Ryan working on getting rid of Theon, it will change nothing for him. He could only gain something if Connie was a Luna here and..." When he says the last word, his breath suddenly gets rapid, and he starts panting and sweating as if in great pain. "Hank, are you alright?" I ask, getting closer to him as he leans against me and starts trembling violently. Before he could collapse, I managed to drag him i

They recognize me immediately, stepping aside without a word. The VIP section is dimmer, and intimate. Leather couches curve around low tables where deals are made and threats are delivered with the same casual indifference. Hank sits in the center booth, flanked by two men I recognize—Dmitri, his enforcer, and Santos, his accountant. They are all rogues living among the humans. "Shawn!" Hank spreads his arms wide, gold chains glinting at his neck. "Finally. We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."

Hank tells them as they walk to the ballroom. “It will happen, son,” Milo assures him. They walk into the ballroom and Hank sniffs the air deeply. He frowns as nothing draws him. “It will happen when it’s supposed to,” Sandra hugs Hank's arm. Hank had grown into a huge Alpha. He is 6’2” with crazy curly blonde hair and his mother’s brown eyes. Milo often looks at him with a ping of pain. His features are very close to Lucius. Milo’s greatest fear has always been that Oliver, Hank, or even Terry, could betray each other. Seeing so much of Lucius in Hank makes his heart hurt.

We were silent throughout Camilla’s tour of her not-so-humble abode, but when we saw that ungodly statue, Hank broke that silence in the only way he could. “What in the actual fuck is that?” Camilla beamed, prancing across the living room toward the statue. She ran her fingers along its chest and looked back at us. “I commissioned this piece. Isn’t he beautiful? Our King Hastur, frozen at the moment of his unmasking.” Bobby and me, we sort of mumbled our approval to be polite, but Hank just stared at it slack-jawed. “That is the god-awfulest thing I’ve ever seen, darlin’, and I’ve seen some shit.”

1st September 2027 The court room shuffled to stand up when the judge, McCarthy entered the room. Once seated, I turned to look at Kate sitting beside me. Her condition has worsened from the last time I had seen her. Skin pale and cheeks hollow, she could pass for a Halloween ghost. Kate blinked several times, as if she was fighting to stay awake. I took her hand and pressed it firmly. Kate picked up her bowed head to look at me. I smiled at her, despite almost losing my breath at the look in her eyes. She is indeed a Halloween ghost. Turning away, I scan the room to find any familiar faces. The back rows are so packed with people that I barely notice Ben, Joseph, Charlie and Grayson. Before

Hank took it and shook it much to everyone’s surprise. “The pleasure is all mine, Anne! Just out of curiosity, please tell me what do you do for a living?” Hank asked casually. “Err sure, I am a Prison Phycologist,” Anne said confused. “How very interesting!” Hank said with a smile as he released her hand. James instinctively pulled Anne to his side and wrapped an arm around her. “Yes, she is a very interesting woman. One that is unfortunately taken!” James said looking Hank in the eye. Hank roared with laughter and said “ I am sorry James, I am happily married for 30 years with two daughters. Trust me when I say, I don’t need any more women in my life, no matter how interesting they are!”