Yandere Hawks Novels & Stories

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

As soon as I heard those words, there was a ringing noise in my ears, I felt it vibrate deep in my head, and immediately I was transported somewhere deep into memory lane. There he stood, the previous owner of this body…Hawk. His eyes were red and filled with unshed tears. I could hear his heartbeat, loud and clear. The harshness of his breath as he stared straight at the person in front of him, a blonde-haired woman who had an unconcerned expression on her face. "How could you, Zara?" He asked, "You are my mate—" "Oh, please Hawk. You say it like it's a good thing" the woman responded with a sneer.

So his love stayed one-sided, quiet, and painful. “You know she’s into you, Diesel, and even tonight you are still the reason she’s messing with herself. She only sees you,” Hawk said quietly. He dragged on the cigarette again, staring at the ground. I looked at him straight. “Then make your move. Claim her so she can stop waiting on something that’s never gonna happen.” Hawk didn’t answer right away. He just smoked. I kept going, voice low. “And stop messing around. She watches you fuck different pussy all night. How do you think that feels for her?”