Young Derek Hale Novels & Stories

Rumors called Clive Hartley many things—brujo, shaman, zombie, the walking dead, even—but Derek had never believed them, always figuring they were bullshit stories and nothing else. Now, however? He desperately hoped the stories were true, because if not . . . he was fucked. “People say you know about this kinda shit. Ya gotta help me.” Clive Hartley leaned into hissing lantern light, bright green eyes narrowed, deep lines creasing his thick skin. “Somethin’s growin inside ya. Ken see it in yer eyes.” “Please.” A pause. Hartley folded his hands on the wooden table. “Tell me how.” Derek shuddered as pieces of himself fell away inside.

He changes immediately and apologises “She rejected me. That’s right I have now been rejected by two wolves which means I am destined to be alone for the rest of my sad life” “Why didn’t you tell me?” I mind link Daryl a little annoyed that he was still keeping secrets. “You are the future leader of the pack as my Luna, you have to learn to deal with those that are idiots” he made a small head movement towards Cole. “Especially when I am not around”

"The Ironwood Pack controls the entire trade border. If we don't secure a partnership with Kaelen, the winter famine will ruin us. You’ve been in classes with that girl. Find a way to talk to him through her. Now." Derek moved through the crowd like a man walking toward a firing squad. He intercepted them near the fountain, his face pale. "Alpha Kaelen," Derek said, bowing his head in a show of respect that would have been unthinkable a week ago. "It is an honor to have you in Oak Haven." Kaelen’s icy blue eyes flickered over Derek with bored indifference. "And you are?" "Derek of the Blackwood Ridge, sir. We... we share several tactical classes with your companion." Derek looked at Leah, hi

“No one.” Wrong answer. Decker’s aura pressed into the room. Not enough to crush. Enough to make Hale feel the weight of every word he was about to lie with. Hale gasped softly, his shoulders pulling tight against the restraints. Decker leaned down. “Try again.” Hale’s composure cracked further. “I had debts.” Tony’s eyes sharpened. “What kind?” Hale looked down, shame and terror twisting across his face. “My brother,” he whispered. “He gambled. Silver Claw territory. He owed money to the wrong wolves.”

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.

Chase said, and I detected a teasing note in his words, but then he smiled at the young man. Derek smiled at the commander, his arms crossed over his chest, making his muscles seem even larger. A very light beard was beginning to grow along his chin. Despite his impressive physique and deep voice, his eyes were those of a boy, and I suspected he wasn't much older than me. "Helena, this is Derek Taylor. He's a member of the Pack, just like James and Leon." Derek looked at me, and his gaze lingered on my cleavage. At the very same moment, he lowered his eyes to my feet and said awkwardly,

Felicia managed to wipe her tears and hurried inside, she was too anxious on hearing what they needed to say, she imagined what they wanted to tell her and her heart was not ready for it, but she needed to hear it. IN THE HIDDEN SIDE OF THE WORLD, Thousands of years, these unknown creatures had tried their possible best to rule the world but because of the existence of Derek, they just couldn't succeed. Derek was a god that was feared by many. "For years now, we have not heard or seen Isaac and Mushard, if they should fail in this mission, I don’t think we have anything left anymore, it will simply mean that we are doomed. The absence of Isaac has made you all useless. Now, before I close a

The bare minimum to survive whatever came next. Because now we knew for sure. Ryker hadn’t just survived. He was watching. Had been watching. And if we didn’t move first, he’d do worse than take the game back. He’d end it—on his terms. ** Hale stepped in behind me, his footsteps soundless on the cracked tile floor, even with the weight he carried in his arms. A tablet. A folded map. A radio frequency jammer. He laid it all out on the steel desk like pieces of a puzzle already half-solved.

"I'm proud of you, son. So proud." He died with that smile, that pride, that love finally spoken aloud. Derek's howl of grief shook the mountains themselves. Every wolf for miles answered, their voices raising in mourning for an Alpha fallen, in recognition of an Alpha risen. At twenty-one, Derek Cross became the youngest Alpha in Nightshade history. The signet ring fit perfectly on his bloodied hand.

“This is a lot of information. Since you mentioned her, what about my mom?” Hartley’s face grew dim as he began speaking about his ex-wife. Derreck didn’t know much about his mom; Hartley avoided the topic as long as he could, but Derreck is 26 now, he’s no longer a little kid. Though he would never admit it, he yearned for his mother and Joshua did too.