Villain Hawks Novels & Stories

"A high-level martial artist was killed just like that! "Who exactly is this villain?" Marlow hurriedly lifted his head and yelled, "The villain's name is Woody Henderson. He's a citizen of Tiusto City." The elder frowned and asked, "Doesn't this man know that Macarius and Lionel are members of the Martial Arts Union?" Marlow answered, "He does! "Master Davis declared it multiple times. Even the people around them also scolded and told him to not do such a foolish thing. But that brat wouldn't listen at all.

Helena replied. "What did the kids do during the hunt in your former pack?" Vivian asked. "All those who couldn't participate in the hunt were locked in a basement in the pack house" Ava replied. "that is so boring. Thank the goddess I wasn't a member of that pack" Vivian said with a shudder. "I think such a pack would be good for a restless little wolf like you" Helena teased her. "Helena!" Vivian complained with a pout. "You will enjoy the hunt here in fireblood pack. It will be a completely new experience than the one in creekwood" Helena told her.

Not knowing that all of it was an evil plot. 'Euw... it’s disgusting when I remember that I used to have a nerve battle with Lady Eden for the Crown Princess’s position. If I knew what a jerk Hayden was, it might be better if I gave in to her,' But the rice has become porridge. 'Well, if I can't die in this world, should I just become a villainess as they claimed me to be? After all, it's not that hard to become a villainess,”

If they believed I was worried about my words getting out, I'd let them believe it. I was led into the private section. A glass of wine was placed in front of me. I put on my earpods and connected to Brooke, my favorite cousin. Becoming a hacker had always been her dream, and she was one of the best at it. I picked up the newspaper in front of me, pretending to read while I waited. They still hadn't arrived. I checked the time again. The staff who had served me remained nearby. I picked up the glass, studied the wine for a second, then placed it back on the table.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

“The Vipers are stretched thin. The Ravens are bleeding. Delgado is not backing off either. And you two just lit half the desert on fire. You are gonna need backup.” Ace crossed his arms. “Are you offering?” “I’m saying the Hounds don’t ride for free,” Hawk said. “But we do ride for payback. Delgado has been a problem for me, too.” Ashley met his eyes. “Then maybe we want the same thing.” He studied her for a long moment. “Maybe we do. Show up tomorrow night. There is a sit-down with my crew and some of Nolan’s old contacts. You vouch for the Vipers—I’ll consider it.”

"I know. But Hawk has a good point. We already know how good of an assassin she is. It would be a shame to put her skills to waste. Think of what we could accomplish. For years we've wanted to take out the other mafia groups and become the master mafia in New York. Having the Huntress on our side could get us that." "I know. But I can't shake this feeling..." "I know. I feel it as well. But don't look at it as the Huntress wasting her time. But her helping us instead. Just think of what we could accomplish with her on our side. With Vito dead, it's only a matter of time until the Vipers declare war on us. With or without proof, we know the Vipers will come for us. The pitchfork was a stateme

The Thunderhawks, Julian Drake’s team, were already skating, their dark jerseys a sickening reminder of the Mirkwood Pack’s creeping influence. This wasn’t a hockey game. This was the final, brutal piece of theater before the kill. Julian thought he was watching his prized pawn—the hockey star—play a meaningless game while the blackmail clock ticked down. He didn't know the player on the ice was the weapon, sharpened by Damian’s control and fueled by ten years of redirected vengeance.

He liked pain he allowed the Werevamp to think he was getting the better of him. The Werevamp blurred and kicked Hawk in the jaw knocking him to the ground, grabbed him by the hair lifting him to his feet with a sick smile at the thought of killing Hawk, but he thought wrong. Hawk eyes opened immediately, he punched Werevamp in the throat, landed on his feet when the Werevamp dropped him. While the Werevamp was bent over gasping for breath, Hawk used his foot, to kick the Werevamp's leg so hard that it's bone broke through his skin. Hawk held him up and punched the Werevamps in the gut with his clawed hand, then watched as it's insides fall to the ground. Hawk ripped his head off and tossed

"What is Hawk, Waysley or whatever they are called really like? Can they be trusted?" They stare at me shocked. "Don't lie, I just want to know for Ava." "Hawk has never done relationships. Typically women to him are there for sex, nothing more and the women know it. Hawk is about thirty-eight. Having said that though Raven, from what Big Bear said Hawk was different, so he likes her enough to want to date her." Grayson's words ease my worries slightly. "He wouldn't hurt her Raven. The women he was with were told beforehand to expect nothing. He will be upfront with Ava, although I sense he wants more than just sex this time." Grayson smiles, and I should have known they wouldn’t leave Ava t