Unwind Connor Novels & Stories

She was a hand-to-hand combat expert and one of their senior trainers. Connor Walker was the happy-go-lucky human from Ivslight but even so, he never treated any job lightly. He was from a rich family and didn’t know what to do with his life; eventually his family got tired of this and cast him out. Unbeknownst to them, Connor had a top tier marksmanship be it with a gun or knives.

Zoe kept the proceedings going, and I was grateful for that. Connor knelt before my casket, refusing to budge no matter how many people tried to make him leave. No one wanted to stir up trouble at such a somber event, so after a few failed attempts, everyone eventually gave up trying to persuade him. Connor had been awarded the nickname 'Hawk-Eye' because of his keen intuition in finance, but the truth was, it was a fitting moniker, for his eyes were fierce and clear as a hawk's. Everyone who locked eyes with him would always have the uncanny feeling that his gaze could penetrate their thoughts.

Cassandra There was something horribly wrong with Connor. It wasn’t just because I couldn’t sense his wolf. He was distant, colder. Like hell I was going to let this go. I will find out. Connor steered through the bustling streets of Las Vegas, stopping near the hotel in a dark alleyway. The stench of urine and garbage wafted in through the vents. I willed myself not to be sick. Connor stayed stoically silent. I listened to the faint hum of the city outside. It had to be way past midnight, but the city still buzzed with life and flashing lights. We waited in awkward silence there for Ray to bring him a set of clothes from the suite.

Connor reached into the fridge and picked out a chilled bottle of water then pressed it against his face to reduce the swell. Distraught, I picked myself a bottle and uncapped it. Taking a swig, I gulped it down with great difficulty. I could not help worrying about meeting the council in the morning. Tomorrow was meant to be the night i returned home without drawing my father's suspicion and lying to Commander Turner about meeting my uncle. Tomorrow was going to be the last day of the festival celebration. When I woke in the morning, I found myself lying in Connor's strong embrace. He pressed a chaste kiss on my head. I laced my fingers with his, finding great comfort in his warmth.

Zane's POV The drive to Connor's dorm feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Connor is Warren's friend from his freshman year, a wolf who'd quietly distanced himself from pack politics after his own father was exiled for questioning Alpha authority. He lives off-campus now, in a building that houses mostly humans and a handful of wolves who prefer anonymity to pack community. It's the perfect place to hide. To regroup. To plan something that feels increasingly impossible with every passing second.

Seeing that, of course, Rey's anger subsided instantly, and was replaced by a snort when he left Gavin alone. When things got back to normal, Connor gasped. He seemed to be about to jump from his seat, making all the men there stare curiously. “What else, Connor?” Rey asked looking tired. He prayed that god would be kind enough to strengthen his faith before anyone got really hurt. Raising a group of grown men was much more difficult than bunch of teenagers. “You won't believe this,” said Connor, his eyes fixed on the phone screen. He lifted the flat object into the air and showed them a photo.

he said close to my ear. “It’s good to be back Uncle Connor,” I said as he laughed and let go of me. “I hear we’re killing some hunters tonight,” he said grinning. “We are?” Jett asked. “The grown ups are,” I said and Connor laughed as Jett glared at me. “Piss off Griff,” he said, “you’re just mad because you left your balls in Maine.” “You can keep your balls Jett, mine’s bigger anyway,” I said to him. “Yeah, yeah, what’s happening tonight?” he asked.

Connor hissed. He smirks. Connor was an illegitimate child of the Assedio di Vendetta Mafia Organization's leader Mariano Moretti based in Italy. Their family was onced a close and even treated each other as allies. But something happened and now both of their family vowed to finish each other in a matter of time. "Did I hit where it hurt?" He sarcastically smiled. Connor was about to punch him again when Rain and Isaac appeared right in front of them to stop them from fighting again.

“What do you mean by that, Connor?” Connor explained in an upset tone, “New Moon Corporation just sent two men over. One of them was Fatty Frank, and the other one was a fierce guy. He beat up all my men and forced me to sign the contract.” Solomon went silent for a moment before a peal of bright and cheerful laughter came from the phone. Connor was still aggrieved when he heard the laughter from the phone. It fueled his displeasure. “Mr. Stormbrew, what are you laughing at?”

Connor only but bursts out in laughter as he looks at me with a stupid smirk, "Food supply, new playground. Here he is superior, and your brother, well, I would not know how they crossed paths, I would say it was being in the right place at the wrong time." "Fair, we know what we are dealing with, so how do we get rid of it?" "Yes," I hear Ethan mumble behind me, "Connor did sort of lost the Colt that will kill him." "What?" the echo of my voice fills the car with absolute horror, "How do you intend in killing this thing?" "We will have to get it to leave his body and then trap him." I honestly am not getting the logic of these two, for there is one little matter, "What stops him from going