Young Derek Hale Novels & Stories

Even when Syzar had tested him, Derek had been ready to sell her offfor his own. “You think a rahl will really love you? ,” Derek spat, his eyes locking with both of them. “You will rue the day. You betrayed ,me-” He coughed, sputtering more blood onto the snow. Just as his strength left him, his head slumped to the ground, his eyes devoid of life. And just like that, Derek was dead. The sound of the cold wind traveled through the tents. As victory spread, the roars grew louder. Xaden had placed his father’s head on a spike as he pulled off his heavy hood to show his identity .

“Help yourself, Caleb. Not like it’s my office or anything.“ I say dryly, knowing fully well that he is going to successfully rip out a bottle even if I command him not to. Derek snorts from where he is seated on the couch at the feet of Weston's splayed legs. He is Caleb's friend as much as he is mine and Weston's. We all have known one another since we were crawling on all fours, and Derek is one of the few people I trust enough to call my brother. Also, he has this laid-back, almost lazy demeanor that makes me believe he was infected with that by Cal, but I know better. Derek is one of the deadliest fighters in this pack. His laid-back demeanor can't deceive me one bit.

she murmured. Chris looked at her sharply. “You can’t live your life in reverse.” She gave a humorless smile. “Watch me try.” Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Keys jingled. The door opened. Derek stepped inside, scarf loose around his neck, hair slightly windblown. He was talking before he saw them. “You won’t believe the traffic—” His eyes lifted. His face drained of color. “Mrs Hale?” The name rang out, loud, shocked, wrong.

My jaw clenched as I paused for more information. Conrad sensed my interest and gave a smug little breath of a laugh. “Name’s Derek Fletcher, 22 years old. Detective fresh out of the academy. He is Harley’s college pal. He is young, smart, handsome with a youthful appearance, and an officer’s badge to flash around. They have been ... catching up lately.” He focused on Derek’s age to press on the eleven years age difference between me and Harley. I turned slowly, glaring at him. “Catching up?”

"Now, tell your damn dog to get the hell away from Karl." Kree lifted his head to stare at the man. :This ruffian's name is Derek, although most people still refer to him as Fat Boy,: Kree sent to Rhychard. It pays to have a mind-reading coshey on your side. :He is the one Bertram Leary uses to do his killing for him now that Tattoo has been killed. Apparently, he took over for Buttercup's pimp. And he is not afraid of us, it seems.: :He will be, although I should let Karl rot for trying to give Buttercup to this piece of shit.:

Shelton, Director of Marketing. I wonder if that’s what the HD stands for in his screen name, Hale D. Mount Hale D. Not knowing what the D stands for is sending my mind spiraling into inappropriate places for what the D could mean in his screen name. Mount Hale’s Dick? I suppose that’s better than the ones I’d thought before I knew who MountHD was. Mount His Dick, Mount Her Daddy, Mount Hard Daddy, Mount Hard Dick. I’m a perv and probably among the many women who made such conclusions about his screen name. I was smart enough not to bring them up, especially after he said those comments were a turn-off.

He proceed to tell Jared. "You have to desert from her, if you still want to regain your alpha" He adviced Derrick. "I don't want to desert her, she is my mate, if i do? I don't know when i will meet another mate, i may not" Derrick lashes back at Jared. "Come here, you had to, i was the one who killed Lucy my former love, so as to just regain my name as an alpha" Jared spring out his long hidden secret just to convince Derrick to desert Jasmine.

I know because I was watching the ceiling and tracking her breathing until it changed. The number on my phone is one I recognize but have not seen in eleven years. I answer it anyway. "Alexander," Richard Hale's voice. Derek's father. My oldest friend, before he became something more complicated than that. "I need to talk to you." "It is six in the morning, Richard." "I know. I am sorry. I would not call if it were not important." I close the laptop. Stand up. Move to the window where the city is gray and just beginning. "Talk." "It is Derek." A pause that carries weight. "He is in trouble. Real trouble. Not the social kind." I wait.

the one in charge snapped. “This is Sinclair, my cousin from Ireland.” Derek nodded at the only one who looked old enough to wipe his own ass. He was inked to the max and looked like a badass, especially in comparison to the rest of them. “And all of these men…are Savages. The rest doesn’t matter.” The Backstreet Boys went back to loading their weapons and packing their shit into the vehicles. Derek wasn’t kidding when he said he’d brought ammo. I was never involved enough to realize how much weaponry the guy had.

Derek who was passing by the cemetery through his car, noticed Levy and Jacob standing in front of a grave that did not belong to Alpha Gary. When Derek saw the two of them standing at the grave, a deep frown appeared on his forehead, something flickered in his eyes before he tore his eyes away from the headstone that did not have any name on it and then pressed his foot on the accelerator and then drove away from the graveyard.