Virgil Hawkins Static Shock Novels & Stories

Deadly silence follows around. As the storm seemed to subside along with him. The tremors seize, dark clouds start fading as everyone stands in the corner of the cliff, looking down. " No.... Alexandria Nooooooooooo...........!!!" Silas screams. Holding his hair in his hand. Looking around, anxious, afraid. " I ....no...this...this can't happen... " Alexandriaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" He screams making his voice to echo around to get nothing in response. Volkan falls down on his knees, crying. Holding his face in his hand.

My heart crashed violently against my ribs, a chaotic, deafening rhythm that threatened to choke me. ​Sitting in the central leather chair, impeccably tailored in a dark charcoal suit that did nothing to hide the terrifying breadth of his shoulders, was Sylus. ​Sylus Hawkins. ​He leaned back, completely at ease, exuding a quiet, crushing dominance that made the human executives around him look like paper cutouts. He looked entirely in his element, a predator running a modern empire. ​“Inez, this is S.K. Hawkins, CEO of Titanis Dynamics,” Robert introduced smoothly, entirely oblivious to the sudden, lethal drop in the room's atmospheric pressure. “Mr. Hawkins, this is our Chief Operations Dir

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.

But that wasn't the reason for my visit. Rushing over to Sandy's side, I plopped down on her bed, my restlessness and anxiety evident in my gestures. "Hush, hush!!" Sandy motioned for me to be quiet, attempting to focus on the important scene playing out on the screen. Just as I sat down, the show reached a pivotal moment. The main hero, a werewolf named Ethan, leaned in for a kiss with the heroine, a human named Emily. Unbeknownst to her, Ethan was a werewolf. My jumpy movements and fidgeting intensified, making it clear I couldn't calm myself down. The urge to spill the beans about what happened with Christopher was burning within me.

My blood turned to ice. In the corner, a man was hunched over on the floor. His shirt was ripped to shreds. His back was arched, and I could see his spine moving under his skin like it was trying to break out. He was clutching his head, and a small metal device behind his ear was sparking. Blue sparks jumped from the metal into his neck. "Get... out..." he gasped. It was Silas. But his voice sounded like two rocks rubbing together.

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.

the wind whispered into my ear. I stopped and my eyes focused on the impaled head before me. The oval shape was no longer oval but a deflated, concave shell of blood and skin. His gangly hair stuck to the distorted face, some of the strands sticking to my bloody hands complete with pieces of flesh and brain. Blood curdled the earth beneath us. I stared in shock as my hands shook violently. My entire body was a siphon of adrenaline, stockpiled with nervous energy.

Reynolds, delirious on his cot, moaned in shared terror. Petrova checked Silas’s vitals, her face pale. His heart hammered like a trapped bird. His neural activity, visible on a portable monitor she’d jury-rigged, was a storm of chaotic spikes – an echo of Dominic’s rage and the Hive’s destruction flooding back through the shattered link. **<< Neural cascade… >>** she whispered, prepping a sedative. **<< The feedback… it’s tearing him apart… >>**

He wants to protect and cherish his woman but the dynamics of his heart and mind were severely damaged because of certain short circuits caused by that little witch. With Silvia, he felt on edge all the time. The thrill that he wasn't in control has adrenaline of excitement rushing through his veins. She was like fire ready to burn him into ashes. Like sinful darkness ready to devour him. Like a sacred spell of ancient euphoria yearning to make him suffer for her. She was a beautiful chaos, a mess incarnated from deep agony. So enchanting. Tempting him to her like a moth to the flame. She was the pure canvas of the shore and he was like a havoc of the ocean crashing those stormy waves into h

The absolute order of its body could not contain the chaotic inflation of life. "Foreclosure," Jack whispered. He clenched his Void hand. The Conductor’s entire right arm violently exploded, shattering into millions of jagged white shards that rained down upon the park. The thirty-foot god staggered backward, clutching its ruined shoulder, its perfect logic completely shattered. "Never bet against the house," Jack smirked, drawing his dark-gold sword. But the Conductor was not a mere drone. It was the avatar of the Static. As it staggered, its faceless head snapped toward Jack, and the halos of frozen galaxies spinning around it suddenly aligned, aiming directly at the Genesis Coin glowing i