Yandere Hawks Novels & Stories

he said with a groan. I smiled. “I’m sure he thinks your mom is too.” She frowned. “I don’t have a mommy.” “Okay, trouble, it’s time you go play with your friends,” Hawk said, and picked her up, heading toward the kitchen. “For the record,” Dani said after he was out of earshot. “Hawk’s totally single. And his real name’s Alex James.” Alex. Sexy. It suited him. For whatever reason, I had a hard time wrapping my mind around ‘Hawk.’ Alex seemed more fitting somehow.

He scolds me in a low voice but without releasing me from his hold. "I knew it was there." I whispered. "I felt its presence. And I knew it came for me." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sawyer Fear. Seizure. Anguish. Anxiety. We were a mixture of those emotions as we witnessed Pandora fight against that evil shadow. Like the three of us, her family wouldn't blink for fear of missing out on any unexpected movement the beast made that would hurt her in some way. But the struggle was brief, and our beloved mate, incisive. Although we're extremely concerned, and even a little angry at her reckless attitude. We were

Then Lance placed his hand on the small of her back, took his son's hand with the other hand, and headed across the hallway into the main dining hall. I was surprised that the heads of all the covens had come from Las Vegas, and some witches had even come from New York. One was a beautiful woman with black hair named Raven, and I was sure she was a witch. "Are you okay?" Xander asked as we headed toward the main dining hall. I nodded, smiling. "Yes. I'm just surprised that so many people came from everywhere." "Some are old friends of mine and Elias's." Xander shrugged. "Word travels quickly."

There is no free lunch under the sky, Ben Brown raised his eyebrows, let him mention the conditions. "Oh, you also know that I have some matters with Candy Hall before not resolved clearly, if I helped you this time, you can reward her to me?" Abbtt Hawk leaned forward and looked at Ben Brown with expectation, and his tone was even more sincere. Ben Brown grunted lightly, showing contempt: "You want her, I'm afraid, more than just revenge, right?" Abbtt Hawk has recently become fond of playing with pregnant women, the matter has long spread, Ben Brown despite his own pedophilia, but still find him this too disgusting.

It wasn't going to be one this time. Kira was the head warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. Many thought that a female shouldn't be in this position. But that's how everything worked in her pack. Every pack member was given a position according to their skills and abilities. Every person received what they deserve; nothing less nothing more.

Tell you what, I can’t be bothered with this girly mating whatnots, and I need to get into the castle, and these two demonic birdies might be my perfect tool to get where I want to be. Although I hesitated for few seconds for some unknown reason, I jumped towards two infernal wenches swiftly and calculatedly. Some stupid part of me wanted to stop with what I was about to do but another part was consumed by the burning desire to enter the castle, save my army and avenge my brother and warriors. I closed the distance with two Wengarthrian spawns in the blink of an eye before they continued with that annoying conversation about mating malarkey. I captured one of them, twisting her arm behind he

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

She was the one cursed. To him, she was just like all the rest, and the one thing Adrienne de Simone had learned was that where a man was concerned she couldn't tolerate being one of all the rest Guilty as the legions who'd fallen before her, she wanted this man called the Hawk. Wanted him with an unreasoning hunger that far surpassed her attraction to the smithy. There'd been something almost frightening about the smithy's eyes. Like Eberhard's. But the Hawk had beautiful dark eyes with flecks of gold dusting them beneath thick sooty lashes. Hawk's eyes hinted at pleasures untold, laugh-ter, and if she wasn't imagining it, some kind of past pain held in careful check.

I asked, already dreading the answer. “Hawk is dead,” Xander said. “We have to get moving,” Odysseus said urgently. He was addressing Devin, Arya, and Xander, but we all heard it. “I know you grieve the warlock, but the hydra’s heads are already beginning to grow back. We need to be gone.” He was right. We all knew it. But Hawk had been with us since the first battle against the Riding Hoods. Walking away from his body felt wrong.

Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,” Madchen stiffened in her chair, she felt Drago squeeze her hand. Looking up at him, she noticed a worried expression form on his face, or was it expectation? She really wasn’t sure what was about to happen. “Don’t tell me you are werewolves,” she tried to joke, but faltered when she realized no one thought her comment to be funny. “Not quite,” Marcu chimed in. Angel was at his side now, her blue eyes glistening like diamonds in the morning sun.