Samuel Hawke Novels & Stories

I didn’t even bother with a shirt. He was waiting in the foyer like he owned the place. Tall. Arrogant. Wearing a smug smirk and a black suit, his dark hair slicked back like he was walking into a boardroom rather than enemy territory. “Alpha Lockwood,” he greeted, his tone mocking. “Always a pleasure.” “Get to the point,” I snapped, stepping closer, my fists clenched. He raised a brow, pretending to be unfazed. “Just came to check on your father. Heard about the unfortunate... accident.”

he explained as Samuel frowned in confusion. “Ah,” Samuel handed him one of the pouches. “Shall we eat outside?” He needed the fresh air. He led the way out onto the porch and followed it around until he looked down the hill to Sigrid’s farm. “I am meditating in search of my past,” he explained. “Yeah, Sigrid said when you first arrived,” Tony nodded. “Amnesia.” “Something like that,” Samuel opened the blood pouch. The contents were still warm. Tony had only recently bled the werewolf prisoner. He could not recall knowingly drinking werewolf, but it tasted no different to humans on his tongue.

He was looking at me and Raven, too. “It’s me, Harlow” I said. “And Raven.” Sam scooted away from us, like he had no idea who we were. I looked at Maggie, bewildered. Her eyes were wide. She hadn’t been expecting this either. “Sam?” I said. “Do you know who we are? Where you are?” “Sam?” he said, like his own name was foreign to him. “Yes. Samuel Ford. That’s you. Don’t you remember?” Sam shook his head slowly from side to side as his eyes looked around at everything, wide and vacant, like he’d never seen any of it before.

You should take this time alone to reflect on your behavior, Stella. He instantly ended the call, the busy tone echoing through the empty villa. I sank onto the floor as my phone screen lit up with a push notification for the latest entertainment headline. "Samuel Hudson, the Award-Winning Actor, Spotted Shielding Xena Baker, a Rising Actress, From Cameras Late at Night. He Even Took off His Haute Couture Suit Jacket to Cover Her, Sparking Major Romance Rumors!" In the photo, Samuel held Xena securely in his embrace, the anxiety and devotion in his eyes looking exactly the way he used to look at me seven years ago.

I chuckled, trying to tell him that he was worried a bit too much. “I couldn't be sure, and I'm much too much aware of how it works,” he sounded like he was speaking from experience. “How?” I asked curiously. “Samuel created one for us. It's 99% irresistible…” he smirked. I gasped. I figured that Samuel really wasn't joking when he said that he makes weapon. One way or another, I could guess it helped in fighting Hiro's war… “Anyway, it is more effective that useless torture…” he snorted, viciously.

The other Councilor—who was beside Councilor Antonio—spoke when the tension in the room came back at the silence that took over after that. “Have you, perchance, seen that rogue boy from your previous encounters, then? The reason why you know him?” I shook my head. “No. I knew him from inside this pack.” Quieter murmurs came in. Everyone was curious who it was. “I knew him in the Omega House. He’s an Omega lycan, working with me in the house. He’s name is Samuel.” “Samuel…” I turned to Ben when he suddenly murmured. “You know him, too, right?” The healer nodded.

“Ava… you chose right. He was the shadow. Now we’re free.” Samuel’s hand found hers one last time, squeezing weakly. “The clone… destroy it. Your mother’s recording… there’s more. She hid the true mother code in you. Forgive me.” His eyes dimmed. The monitors screamed flatline. Samuel Mitchell—half-brother, protector, architect—slipped away.

Samson’s deeper voice asks. Electricity crackles on Meadow’s fingers. “Some people don’t like the smell of singed flesh. Personally, I have no problem with it,” she says, watching what looks like raw energy crackling between her fingers before staring Samson down. Did I mention how much I love my best friend. I turn and look at Kieran who fights to pull Samson back. So, he still doesn’t have total control of his wolf. “We won’t cause any problems,” Kieran says.

someone remarked, clearly surprised. Samuel smiled warmly, casting a glance at Stanley. "She's from Mr. Hawk's family." "Mr. Hawk?" Several of the executives exchanged confused looks. "We haven't heard anything about him having a daughter or a sister." Samuel's eyes briefly met Stanley's. He was referring to Stanley's ex-wife. Stanley, understanding the implication, shot Samuel a cold, disdainful glance. "Just know that she's from Mr. Hawk's family," Samuel continued. "She's incredibly talented, and she was trained by Mr. Hawk himself. A strong leader always creates strong followers. I owe Mr. Hawk thanks for allowing me to be with such a remarkable woman."

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she