Alexander Calvert Supernatural Novels & Stories

Xander and I asked at the same time. "Yes, I am. Kayla broke the curse. Her cry and the love we shared exorcised me and the demons left me!" Hutton squeaked with a bright smile that forced me to smile back. "The moment he ran into the war ground to fight alongside the demons, he met me and didn't recognize me at first. He almost killed me, but as I cried and called out his name continuously, he got back to his senses!" Kayla explained, chuckling in excitement.

A swirling vortex of energy appeared between them, growing larger and more powerful with each passing second. The Elder gasped in awe. He had never seen anything like it before. The Elder watched in amazement. The power of the Eight-Tails Supreme Werewolf God was truly incredible. Alex lowered her hands and the vortex of energy dissipated. She looked at the Elder, her eyes shining with confidence. Alex smiled. "Now do you believe me?" she asked. The Elder nodded. "Yes," he said. "I believe you."

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

Our scouts who had been out let us know there was a larger sighting of rouges in the area of late, which meant we were close to our end game. "They are, which is why Triton is so angry at his advisor." "I am guessing it is the man looking rather chastised as he followed with his head down," I asked him as I saw Vlad and Hubert walking towards us. The King looked relieved that Cerberus wasn't with them. "It is good to see you again, King Alex," Vlad said in his cool voice. "You as well, Vlad," Alexander said. "Thank you for your support in this case." "It is to benefit the entire supernatural community, not that I wouldn't help anyway," he said. "And as I have discovered, it is not only your

"Good. Abort the search. The water is quite cold bet they would be able to swim out alive and if they, they won't even last long in the deeper woods." He stared at me for a while and turned his gaze back at Derek. "Take Xavier out of here. He is too vulnerable. Let him start learning all he needs to know to be the next Alpha. Can't let my successor be as weak as a spiny soft shell turtle." **** I immediately stormed out of the cell room and headed directly to my chambers, ignoring all that she was saying. Kept rubbing my chin on my way to my chambers. Getting to my room, my body posture had weakened, ready to collapse. I struggled to pull out the chair under my reading desk. Carefully sat on

I nodded, my heart pounding with curiosity and anxiety. I asked the first thing that came into my mind, " Tell me the full story of the journal." He thought of something then nodded. He clasped his hands on his table and leaned forward to me, then started, "Long ago, when this realm was young and supernatural creatures were just starting to appear, there was a powerful artifact called the journal of Lythian. It was said to hold ancient secrets and knowledge that could give its owner incredible power. Legends told of its ability to control nature, manipulate time, and even summon otherworldly beings.

Alexander Sterling's giant ax spun and beheaded six mutant bats and three vampire knights at once in a straight line, before finally sinking deep into the stone wall exactly one inch above Viktor Aurelius' head. Prince Viktor's teleportation magic suddenly broke, destroyed by the density of Tartarus's dark aura that spread from Alexander's ax blade. "Your wings won't sell on any black market, Pale Parasite," whispered a deep voice that suddenly came behind Viktor. Alexander Sterling caught the ax blade again, then with one absurd side kick, he smashed into Viktor's ribs. The Vampire Prince flew twenty feet, crashing into the carved banquet table in the center of the room, shattering the bloo

Cale suspected he had left something much more dangerous. He touched the notebook on his chest. Anomaly 107: The Blueprint. Fact: The dead are still playing the game. Cale smiled weakly. "Your move, Alex," Cale whispered to the empty room. "Make it count."

I said. “Refined how?” “Magically,” I answered. He stared at me. “I’m serious,” I insisted. “Some variants don’t show up like normal toxins. They attach to energy signatures instead of just blood chemistry. They mess with the supernatural side of someone.” Papa inhaled slowly. “Alexandra is human.” “Yes,” I said, then hesitated. “But she’s connected to me.” That made the room go very still. Uncle James narrowed his eyes. “Are you suggesting proximity to you changes her biology?”