Virgil Hawkins Novels & Stories

Chappelle’s fingers flew across the keyboard, the glow of the screen cast across his face. Frame by frame, the algorithm swept through databases, matching faces, and building files. It took a few minutes. Then, the results began to populate. Names, mugshots, case files. Chappelle skimmed through them. He shared his screen so that Ary could also see what he was seeing. Brad Hawkins' profile popped up. Ary's gaze hardened. “This guy, Hawkins. He's the cop from the Nolan assignment,” Chappelle said quietly. “Mm,” Ary said, his eyes intent on the screen, like a predator measuring his prey.

My eyes shifted back and forth between him and the screen, waiting for a clear answer. “I don’t get it. Just tell me, Al—who is Virion? I’m too tired to think.” “Virgil Vissarion. I removed the last syllable of his first name and the first two syllables of his last name. You know I love doing this kind of thing, Pol.” Suddenly, everything clicked in my mind. My blood began rushing through my veins at full speed. My claws nearly tore through the car seat as I heard Alvise reveal more evidence of Virgil’s involvement.

Known for his diplomatic skills and extensive network, he was bringing news that could potentially alter their strategies. The sound of approaching vehicles broke Charlotte's reverie. The pack members straightened up, anticipation heightening. The sleek black SUVs, the typical transport for high-ranking wolves, rolled to a stop at the entrance of the compound. The doors opened, and Aunt Caitlyn stepped out, her presence commanding immediate attention. She was tall and regal, her long, silver-streaked hair flowing down her back. Her piercing blue eyes took in the scene before her with a mix of approval and curiosity. Behind her, Daniel Scott emerged, a tall man with an impeccable sense of sty

My companion only drinks blood from animals and sometimes from a transfusion bag. - And this is Agnes, a powerful witch. Ulric says. - I see that the pack is diversified. - Angel's uncle says, more to himself than to Ulric. On the ground, the human started moaning and making some movements. Dark passes the man who got between him and the pilot. - There is no time for conversation. He crouches in front of the pilot, and the vampire uses his hypnotic voice when he opens his eyes. - Sleeps. Everything was a strange dream. When you wake up, you won't remember anything.

“What’s got your panties in a twist? “ “Get off my dick, you fucker. “ “You know I’ll find out even if you don’t tell me and you know it. Save me some time. “ He was right. Ivan could find out anything if he wanted. He knew things before they fucking happened and only he knew how. It was why I hired him in my business. He was that good. “I saw Hazel today. “ “Hazel? As in Hazel Thompson, your college sweetheart? “ I didn’t answer but my silence was enough to answer. “Shit, what did you do? “ “I told her I would find her so I want you to find out where she lives. “ “So you can what? Pull up with flowers? Are you fucking crazy? She and her family ruined you once. They can do it again. That wom

He made his way through the would-be guards of the establishment and found himself face to face with Vec Tanner, the leader of the Coyotes himself. Vec Tanner Dawkins was a typical no-good self-mutilating, drug-popping, so-called "realist", that seemed to always be in the worst place at the worst time since childhood. Word was he was abused so badly by every foster service that took him in that he ended up killing several of the family members before running away and becoming a Coyote.

I demanded. Xander stepped close to me and looked into my eyes, his expression serious. "You know that the clinic burning down wasn't an isolated incident, just like this vampire's murder wasn't an isolated incident either. Before you go, we have to put a stop to whoever is hunting us, or else you will be hunted down and killed." He sighed. "If Raven said—" "How did you know her name?" I demanded, amazed that he had known exactly who I was talking about. He shrugged. "Raven is an extraordinary witch. If she says you have a wolf that's dormant, then you can take it to the bank."

If only I had looked him up on G****e, I would've known he owned the damn company and all that went down today would have been prevented. Pulling her phone from her pants pocket, she sat on the bed and got down to business. I got into the bathroom to wash myself of the uncleanliness that came with being around The devil. A cuss from Violet greeted me as I stepped into the room. "There is no information on him on any website. Not even G****e. He isn't even on I*******m". She gave me a face that said *how's that even possible*. "I guess he keeps his life really private and with the kinda money he has, it should be pretty easy". I replied with a shrug.

Devin butted in. Inspector Santos glared at Devin for interrupting and she said, “continue, Ms. Green.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored her glare at my actions. “It was Camilla Smith.” I repeated, “she swayed her bat, like Harley Quinn, and she hit me too many times until I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, Devin was on my side and I’m in this hospital.” “Thank you, Ms. Green,” the lady officer stood up and fixed her lady tux suit jacket. “Who’s Harley Quinn?” she gave a wink before exiting the room.

Being the big baby she was, Liz yelled back "you see who's at the door! " Mentally gnashing her teeth that would soon disappear if Liz continued behaving like a baby, she hastily threw on a robe and walked past Liz where she sat on the sofa, making faces at Becca . Becca stuck her tongue out at her and smiled. They were children sometimes. The poor doorbell rang again. She slid the chain halfway and peeped. Standing outside, in the glare of the afternoon sun, was Luke Hawkins,looking vibrant,wearing a cheerful smile like always.