Alexander Calvert Supernatural Novels & Stories

"How are we going to break the curse? And I still don't understand why I can do what I can do. Did Morwen curse Althea with that power?" "Again, I can only guess, since Morwen herself couldn't have known the true extent of her actions. I think that the arcane magic the witches were so scared of manifesting in Cora's baby, latched on to Cora instead, when the baby died. When Morwen ripped Althea and Cora apart, instead of the magic dissipating like it was supposed to, it stuck with Althea. It's probably what kept her stuck on the mortal plane, and centuries trapped in that urn only made it more malevolent."

“They’ve heard stories about you. Good stories about how strong you are and how well you protect your people. But they’ve also heard suspicious stories.” “What kind of suspicious stories?” “People think you’re not ordinary. Not in the way that other werewolves are ordinary.” He explained further. My blood ran cold. Someone was spreading rumors about me. Someone suspected that I wasn’t just a regular Alpha. If word got out about my curse, it could destroy everything I had worked to build. Just then, I heard footsteps in the hallway outside the dungeon. Alec appeared in the doorway, looking serious. “Alpha Ryker, I need to speak with you,” he said.

The scent of ash and frost clung to Lyra’s skin as she drifted between waking and oblivion. She was vaguely aware of movement—arms around her, powerful and warm, carrying her like something precious. She didn’t understand. The last thing she remembered was the way the earth had split beneath her soul, the way her skin had burned with a light that wasn’t silver, and the man whose eyes had pierced through everything. Alpha Kaelen. They said he was cursed. That he’d been exiled from his pack and had disappeared into the wastelands, haunted by the ghosts of wolves he’d slaughtered.

"Hayden. I don't... I don't understand this. This isn't. What is this place? Why are you here? What's happening to me?" Hayden approached me, his presence both comforting and unsettling. He reached out, his fingers gently touching my cheek. "Ava, you are more connected to the supernatural world than you realize. Your bracelet, your ancestry, it all plays a role in the events that are unfolding. You arent really here, you wouldn't remember me. its a dream. You have nothing to fear." My eyes widened, and I touched the obsidian stones hanging from my bracelet. "What about this?"

She eyed him evilly and he smiled apologetically, sent the soulbutterfly off, and began casting his magic toward the cage that held the merwitch stopping her from using her dark magic against them and from causing more damage to the city while Nexie casts binding spells and a young Merdragon by the name Seaton made a portal to send the merwitch back to Glasa. Alexander, who had sent a threat to Tide, still lingered by the gates, waiting impatiently for him while sending evil glares to the Merfairies by the gate. They in turn ignored his dramatic tactics and would often smile when he glared at them. He had only turned his back to them when he heard the gentle buzzing of the soulbutterfly. His

“She can’t know about it until I’m confident she’s ready. I knew Alexander would have a failsafe for when something happens to him, but I never fucking expected this.” “The element of surprise is a fucking bitch,” Church adds, shaking his head. “When are we heading out of this town? Something here doesn’t feel right.” “Funny you should say that,” I chuckle sadly, shaking my head. “I never told you two who turned Alexander, did I?” They both frown when I say this, and I swear that I still don’t fucking believe it myself. I keep wondering if the baobab was to blame for causing me to hallucinate, but Alexander has turned into a vampire so that’s definitely not the case.

one replied. Calvin gave a grim nod. I’ll make her pay with her life. --- Later that night… Alex lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling that glowed faintly like stars in the night sky. His mind kept drifting back to the strange vision he’d experienced. It was still blurry and fragmented. He could barely make sense of it except for the part where the boy was a werewolf, forced to shift back and forth repeatedly, enduring the pain over and over until he finally learned to transform fully or partially at will. The other voice in the vision… he still had no idea who it belonged to.

Victoria and Alexander, hands still connected, stood before the celestial altar, ready to channel their intentions and partake in the ritual that would shape the destiny of Sterling Manor. In the climax of this celestial convergence, Victoria and Alexander, guided by the symbols on the walls and the cosmic resonance of the celestial beings, began the ritual. The ancient crystal at the heart of the altar responded, radiating a luminous glow that bathed the chamber in ethereal light. Scenes from the lives of Sterling Manor's residents played out in vivid displays, their destinies interwoven in a celestial dance.

“Nice pitch, child.” She rolled her eyes at Zarah. “I’m an adult.” Califf chuckled. “You remind me of Shadow.” “And you, beetle, you think my idea is stupid?” I knew she was joking, and the way she called me she just made them laugh. “It’s actually good. We just have to make a Plan B and C and so on because we can’t trust and we shouldn’t trust Alec,” Califf said. “Walker, how did he contain the demon? Does he have a witch?”

A human being would be in grave danger should he meet with a minion of the demon. Alexander was one of the ancients, powerful and far too experienced to give the ghoul much thought. As the grotesque creature closed the distance between them, Alexander whirled around, caught the misshapen head between his hands and jerked hard enough to break the neck. The crack was loud in the silence of the night.