Tony Hawk Novels & Stories

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Thomas instantly regretted asking when his brother burst into laughter. The sound of horns jolted Hera awake like an alarm clock. No, not bells, but horns, and not in her ears, but outside their tent. Keia rolled over, pulling the blanket over her head, clearly not ready to wake up. Hera figured she must be hungover as she stumbled out of bed to see who was causing the ruckus. A guy in a bright yellow and orange oversized shirt and brown pants stopped blowing his horn as soon as Hera peeked out of the tent.

Hunter said as sparks glinted in their eyes. Hunter saw as three of the guys walked in the same direction toward the tall brown-haired guy. "It's up to you how many challenges you want to accept or reject." Hunter continued, watching three fit and strong trainees challenging the brown-haired guy who accepted the challenge. A circle was made and the sparring started between two girls. Hunter watched with the rest of the trainees as he kept explaining their mistakes and good points for the others to learn. The brown-haired guy named Kevin stepped into the circle as his first opponent approached him. They sparred and the guy was down rather quickly as Kevin faced the other challenger telling hi

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.

AVA I covered my ears, rolling my eyes irritably as I sat with my friend Amy in the school cafeteria. Amy nudged my arm with her elbow and whispered, her eyes still fixed on that famous playboy quarterback of our school, Wolf Academy. "Hey girl, look who just arrived. It's Hunter Ysrael from the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack!" I felt Amy's fingers trace my chin and force my face toward his direction. "Uh-huh. Phenomenal." I said sarcastically before removing her fingers that were gripping my chin. Amy tsked at my reaction but her eyes were still glued to him, watching him from the distance with dreamy, heart-filled eyes.

Hunter: The clearing was quiet, clean even. And that was the worse part. It was too clean for a place where we had lost our men. They were two of our best warriors. And for them to be laying on the ground, dead, like they were… I couldn’t process it. There was no scent trail. No prints. Just stillness and the faint metallic tang of death. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to make sense of it, but nothing clicked…

she poked her thumb at Tony and he smacked her hand away from his chest. “Hey,” He protested. “I have principles.” “Oh yeah? Name one.” “...I don’t drink before noon.” he puffed out his chest. It was his confidence for me. “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” “Fuck you, Candice. At least I know when to put the liquor!” Tony huffed. “Huh? Are you trying to pick a fight you big turkey!” Candy stood, rolling her sleeve up to reveal her own tattoos. "Yeah, you Gorilla! Square em’ up!” Tony stood to his feet as he rolled up his own sleeve, but before he could finish up, Candy was already tackling him to the ground.

Its spine stretches impossibly long, its shoulders crowned with jagged ridges like broken crowns, its eyes twin voids burning with feral awareness. The wolves don’t howl. They bow. Every wolf in the clearing—Midnight’s pack, the outsiders, even the dark hounds frozen mid-strike—drops flat to the earth as instinct overrides terror. Ethan slams to one knee beside me, teeth clenched, fighting the pressure but unable to resist it completely. The Prime lowers his massive head. Gravehowl, he breathes. The name hits me like a physical blow. The faultline inside me screams—not in pain, but in recognition. Something that predates the Crown, predates the Reverent, stirs violently, clawing its way thro

"Can you describe this woman?" "Um- I don't think so, I didn't really study her, but she had a tattoo on her wrist, I uh- It was like a- bird with an arrow." "The Hawks." Davy's voice resounded from behind me. The police man looked towards his direction. "I'm detective Davy Jones." Davy said as he earned a weird look from the police officer. Davy ignored it... "The Hawks are a remote group. Their logo was a bird with an arrow."

She had thought he wouldn't return tonight. The villa door opened and Stanley stepped in, carrying the cool air of the night with him. Stanley Hawk, the heir of the Hawk family, had been a business prodigy from a very young age. By 16, he had earned dual master's degrees from Harfield. Later, he took Hawk Group public in Hawthorne, making a name for himself internationally before returning home to lead the company as Hovendale's wealthiest man. Stanley walked in. "Why didn't you turn on the lights?" he asked in a deep, magnetic voice as he turned on the wall lamp with a click.