Tobias Hawthorne Novels & Stories

“ I got the message last night. Scholarship demands I top my class again this year,you know” Maya smiled. “Yeah,No pressure, huh?” He grinned. “None at all. But it’s worth it. It’s what keeps me going. --------- In the dark corner of a quiet street, a man stood alone, his face hidden in shadow. The night air was cold and still. He whispered quietly, “This is the end for Nathaniel Hawthorne. He’s going to lose everything.” Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving the empty street behind.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

"What? Toby is dead? He was killed by Chase?" Cielo sighed deeply. "So, Chase has returned! Just now, the people I sent out brought back news that Toby was slain, most likely by Chase, who caused chaos at the Webers. That beast is truly worthless!" Toward the end, he started cursing angrily. "We should immediately send experts to hunt down Chase and avenge Toby!" Hoss Hawkins, the manager of the second branch of the Hawkins family, gritted his teeth as his eyes flashed with venomous cold light.

He saw me from afar. - Zark! It's a challenge! On a tree, pinned with a sharp knife, the same as they tried to cut me in the eastern lands, hung the dead carcass of a hare. A note was tied to the handle of the dagger, sprinkled with dried blood, apparently from this hare. - Murder in our land is a challenge! repeated Tobias gloomily. I pulled out the knife in disgust and the stiff, dead carcass flopped to the ground. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air through his nostrils.

Robert Louis Stevenson's tale of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde may well have been inspired by a man called William Brodie. By day, he was a respected man of society and deacon of Edinburgh. At night, he frequented the dark parts of the town, committing gruesome murders. He was caught and sentenced to hang for his crimes, but before visiting the gallows, he slipped a metal tuve into his throat to prevent his neck from snapping. After the hanging, his body was cut from the gallows and returned to his house by friends, where a private doctor was on hand to attempt to revive him. When later his coffin was re-opened following rumours of his trick, his corpse had vanished.

"So... the marriage that ruined my life also destroyed another future I never even knew I had." ​The Player Steps Forward ​Inside his private office at Hawthorne Maritime, Nathaniel Hawthorne stood gazing through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor. An assistant entered quietly. "Sir, the countdown has reached seventy-one hours." ​Nathaniel smiled faintly. "Excellent." ​The assistant hesitated before asking, "Are we really going to release everything?" ​"I've waited seven months," Nathaniel replied, keeping his eyes on the water. "I'm not waiting any longer."

I wasn’t sure I could force the words out of my mouth, relive all of it in the telling. “I don’t know where Hawthorne was while he was supposed to be dead,” I said, because that at least was both true and not all that important to me. The asshole had faked his own death two years before, disappeared, and only returned shortly before I came on the scene. And I hadn’t known him before then. “He mentioned Seattle. I think he was in Washington part of the time. But that’s all I know.” “Not all that helpful,” Matthew said. “And also not the most pressing issue. How did you end up working for Kimball?”

I tried to reassure myself that it might be attributed to me, but deep down, I knew it wasn't. However, I did find solace in the thought that it could be because of Hawthorne's bloodline as it was the purest, I was told. I had heard countless stories from those who had crossed his path. One tale I'd heard was that Hawthorne's wolf form was the largest ever witnessed.

She’s also mourning the loss of our little one, we both are. She had warned me that Sage was cheating on us, but I was in love. I didn't listen. Maybe if I had paid more attention, things would have been different. I went to a secret corner of the house and removed my clothes, shifted into my wolf, and started running off into the forest. My white fur whipped through the air as I ran faster on my fore and hind limbs. How was I reborn two years back and why? Who is He? And why is he coming?