The Brothers Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I don't even know how the neighbors haven't called the cops for disturbing the peace yet, I can't even hear myself talk. Sighing loudly, rubbing my tired eyes and slamming my history book shut, I walked towards the window. I peeked through my bedroom window blind. I watched as the students from our school laughing and drinking around the bonfire, my brother Jason and his best friend Sean had started before the party animals started to arrive. As I'm looking through the blinds, I noticed all my brothers friends having a good time, empty beer cans covering our grass, and even a few in my mom's flower bed.

I shook my head again but the reality settled over me like a slow tide. I thought of her. Not the woman beside me last night, but the one who had haunted me for almost a year. The one I had seen on the most painful day of my life. The memory of that day was burned into my mind, refusing to fade. It had been the most devastating moment of my life—the day I lost my brother.

These brothers were going to be the death of me ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Note To The Readers: As shown in the book, "Rejected Once, Claimed Twice,” Ashton is Zane's elder brother. You can read the book for curiosity's sake but not reading the book will not disturb the flow of the story so enjoy !

"And you? You're only an adopted child whom we've sheltered all these years as a replacement. It's time you realized your place and stopped whining like a little child." Ivy slowly shook her head. Those words kept spinning around in her mind, striking her consciousness until she felt as though her entire world had truly collapsed. For fourteen years, she had believed that they were real brothers who loved her unconditionally. It turned out that her status was nothing more than a replacement for a shadow. Amid her sobs, Sarah lifted her head from within Redy's embrace, hiding a cunning smile on her lips as she watched Ivy's defenses crumble completely before her three older brothers.

“Don’t judge me Ezekiel, are you sure Ezra is your brother cause from this I can say you both are worlds apart.” Ezekiel was still smiling, pulled my hands and held it close to his. “We are step brothers—” The moment the words dropped, I paused and stared back at him. “What do you mean, step brothers?” I whispered. Just then, Ezekiel was already ringing up the front door. “I think you should keep your voice down..” “What? I'm not even shouting.” Just then the large door in front of us opened up. First of all, I was attracted to the squeaky clean floors and the large stairs.

In essence, to cut the long story short, we next found ourselves in Dad's car with him driving, on our way to Shelton's. One other thing I confirmed to myself at that point is the fact that you can't actually win in an Argument against your wife. There's like an unspoken rule attached to it. "Uhhh...... What's going on?" Brittany questioned in whispers after tugging at my arm from where we both silently sat behind. "It's a long story" I explained back in a whispered response as well and she frowned. I could tell she had a truckload of questions to ask me but she held them down like she did my arm through out the entire drive until Dad brought the car to stop in front of a really large gate t

"Crew will be here in thirty minutes. We should move to the access road." They started walking back and I followed. My mind was reeling from everything I'd learned. The brothers weren't the villains in my story. They were protectors who risked their lives fighting things most people didn't believe existed. But that didn't answer the question of who killed Tommy or why. We reached the access road and waited in silence. I watched the brothers move around each other with practiced ease, cleaning weapons and discussing the hunt like it was routine. "Does it ever bother you?" I asked quietly. "Killing things that used to be human?"

With a face cloaked in anger, Dr. Lawson walked briskly behind Theodore, who led the way. They left the bustling city life behind, entering the area ruled by Mr. Hawthorne. Only a few people were granted permission to step into this realm filled with an aura of darkness. Imprisoning individuals privately and establishing his own prison was an act against the law, but Mr. Hawthorne didn’t care. His land remained a holding place for those who had crossed the boundaries he set. This was how he delivered punishment to those he deemed deserving.

It was Francis. "Hey, Savannah," he mentioned. "Wesley and Nathan insisted on seeing you after hearing about the wedding. "I couldn't stop those two troublemakers. They should be arriving any minute now. Don't worry about them. Just keep focused on what you're doing." Those familiar yet distant names momentarily caught me off guard. Before I could say a word, I noticed the Hawthorne brothers standing just beyond the glass door. Their eyes met mine, revealing a complex mix of emotions—surprise, a flicker of admiration, and beneath it all, a deep, lingering sorrow tinged with regret.

This is something new. Along with his clear, crisp words I sense a series of feelings and images filtered through the bond between Hawthorne and me and in a blink, it becomes instantly obvious why Hawthorne both distrusts and abhors the elder speaking to us with so little consideration or respect. Several times Thorne has seen this asshole insult Parris for the fur on his ears, or the length of his claws, calling him a “mangy mutt” that should have been “drowned at birth,” all because his mother was a wolf hybrid. It seems that this elder has just as much prejudice against all people who are not pure witches as the Brotherhood of the Sun is bigoted against all people who are not quite human.