Tom Lockwood Novels & Stories

Lockwood is a cursed tree and it was used against witches. “They used Lockwood on you?” asked Liam. For a moment, Ember hesitated but she nodded anyway. She suspected this a long time ago, but she kept on denying it. Liam relaxed and let out a sigh. He took Ember’s hand to his and kissed it. “You can trust me with your secret, my Luna.” As Ember looked into Liam’s dark eyes, she saw how sincere he is with what he said. But can she really trust him? That sincerity she saw in his eyes, was it really true? Or was he just trying to win her trust?

The locks remained cold. I let out a breath that shook my entire frame. I looked at the Doctor—a man the world, and the VC, had long ago crossed off the list of the living. For sixteen years, the "Web of Silence" hadn't just protected the university; it had buried this man alive in a bungalow topped with glass shards.

A small television on the wall was showing a local news channel, but the sound was turned down. At the front desk sat a man I knew well. His name was Dave. Dave had been working security at Northwood for ten years. He was a big guy with a friendly face and a mustache that always had a bit of donut sugar on it. He loved the hockey team. He never missed a home game, and he always wore a Northwood jersey under his uniform. "Well, if it isn't the Captain!" Dave said, his face lighting up. He stood up and offered his hand. "Great win on Saturday, Liam. That goal in the second period was something else. You really showed them who’s boss."

"All this fucking act of being a mother for once- you're just rotten, at this point." Before her mother could retort with something else, the door opened to reveal another person. Someone who had Lorraine clutching the armrest tightly. Beside her, Tom's gaze darkened with unmistakable anger. He looked as if he was restraining himself from just prancing at the man. This was the first time Tom was ever seeing Zak. Lorraine didn't think he'd remember his face, To was very small when they left this place, after all. It was Zak. Wearing the same kind of black suit he wore years ago.

He had plenty of plans to let them experience a life worse than death. At first, Edric's plan only involved Loraine and her son. Edric was the one who had asked Director Lewis to ensure Tommy was fired from his job, enabling a jobless Tommy to seek his old friends out for some comfort. He held nothing back and told them everything about his plans to start a business.

I felt Dante's tension beside me, the slight clench of his jaw, and turned to where he was looking. Tom Lockwood. The room seemed to have grown several degrees colder the instant he stepped into it. His presence wasn't exactly something you couldn’t let go of easily—dark suit, confident stride, and that uncomfortable gleam in his eyes that made me feel like he stared right through me. He gave a short, courteous nod in my direction, yet I saw the challenge in his stare. He knew exactly what he was doing, showing up uninvited to a party that was supposed to celebrate my success.

he sighed. “Was he some camper or something?” he asked. I laughed at the idea of Logan as a camper. “No, he was not a camper. He’s the owner of the camp and was there doing an undercover boss thing. He’s why Mister Moors got arrested for letting poachers onto the property. He cares so much about the wildlife there. The wolf I found at the start of camp, he buried. And then the night that guy attacked me, Logan saved me. And we just got closer from here. I can talk to him about anything and everything,” I explained. “And the chemistry between us is off the charts. Logan makes me feel things I never felt before,” I shuttered, remembering last night. “Do you need a moment alone?” Alex teased. “

A half-empty beer bottle sat beside his keyboard, and another slid across the desk toward me. I waved it off. "No, thanks." Edward grunted but didn't push. His fingers clicked away at the keyboard, lines of code cascading down the screens at a pace only he could keep up with. "So," he drawled, voice rough from years of smoking, "this guy you want me to look into. Who is he?" I leaned against the desk, watching the screens. "Tyler Lockwood. Blonde. Twenty-three. Reckless. Apparently likes taking bullets for strangers."

Tom paced back and forth in his room while Sarah was passed out after their lovemaking. He could tell she was worried about Alicia after discovering they used to be together as teenagers. He needed to put her negative thoughts to rest. Now, Tom paced because Alicia, who he knows to be intelligent and known for being the top student in Pharmacology, has turned up to this plague-ridden pack. Tom arrived at the Winter Howl pack a month earlier than Rowan with the help of his grandmother. He’d had a head start, yet he’d found nothing during his investigation.

Only to find a tall muscular man looking down at me with interest. One of his hands crossed over his chest while the other was stroking his chin as he eyed me up and down. “I heard there’s a beauty that has graced our lands. But the word beauty was an understatement. You’re gorgeous.” I raised my brow. What is happening here? He flashed me a smile and stretched out his hand. “Hi. I’m Luca Lockwood. The gamma of this pack. It’s nice to meet you.” His friendly smile made me comfortable so I smiled back and took his hand.