Alexander Calvert Supernatural Novels & Stories

Adrian muttered in disbelief. "That's enough now, Adrian. I know that I am the reincarnation of Alexandra, your late wife. But that doesn't mean you can always think of me as Alexandra. My name is Alexis Calder, not Alexandra H. Wilson. I am a pure blood vampire hunter, not the first vampire hunter in 1840. I knew that I would never be able to compete with Alexandra. But this is me, Adrian. This is who I am. If you still can't forget about her, and always see her inside of me, I don't know what else I can do in the future.” Alexis mumbled with her tears still flowing and running down her face right there right now.

I fell to my knees, sobbing. "I am a monster, Alex! Just like you said! But I am a different kind of monster! I am... I am something supernatural!" Alexander didn't run away. He didn't look scared. He knelt down on the floor with me and pulled me into his arms immediately. "Shhh... stop it. Stop saying that." "But you saw it! The water was frozen!" "I know," he said calmly, surprising me. "I believe you." I looked up at him, confused. "You... you are not afraid?"

Callum's hand found mine, his fingers squeezing gently. "Stay close," he murmured. Nothing could have prepared me for what we found. Viktor Petrov, the Russian Alpha, lay dead in a clearing. His body had been arranged in some sort of ritualistic pattern, ancient runes carved into his flesh. The marks were still smoking, the air thick with dark magic. "Dear God," I whispered. Callum knelt beside the body, his face a mask of contained rage. I recognized the runes from his father's grimoire; they spoke of an ancient prophecy about the fall of werewolf kind.

Lucien said after Thalia was no longer in site, but I couldn't reply or make out any word; the pain I felt in my head was too much. “but don't be angry, and don't turn to a vengeful wolf ghost; well, you're wolfless,” he said, then chuckled. “If you survive, I know you'd run and tell the whole world what you saw, and I can't let that happen, not when I am close to my goal, but with you gone and dead, Caleb can't lift his curse and I will still end up being the alpha king of Woodthorn, either way, your disappearance is helpful, to my cause,” he said, but all I could think about was, how was I the one to lift the curse of Lucien’s brother, one whom no one had ever seen or met, all we knew was

… “Rogue problem in the East of England is increasing day by day. They also captured a witch to hide their track…!” . Stern voice of Alpha King Alexander Maximus was chiming in the ears of seven Alphas in the throne room. Everyone present was listening to him intently except Alpha Eric, whose eyes were wandering from laptop screen to the door. He brushed his taper fade cut hair with his fingers repeatedly as his mind was too preoccupied to understand King’s words. “Meeting is adjourned!” United greetings of fellow Alpha’s caught Eric’s attention and he got up hurriedly, leaving things to his Gamma but Alpha King ordered,

They also got a chance to talk privately with Alexander, who showed interest and sympathy for them. Alexander told them about the history of the island, how he became the leader of the vampire community, and what his vision and mission were for the future. He also told them that he had something he wanted to show them, something very important and secret. Victoria and Lily felt curious and interested in what Alexander wanted to show them. They followed Alexander to the basement of his palace, where he opened a secret door that led to an underground cave. In the cave, there was a stone altar surrounded by lit candles. On the altar, there was a large book made of human skin.

Their eyes wide in surprise, and a few of them, I knew were Luna Katherine’s maids. “Don’t look so shocked,” I continued, pacing toward the door. “The Alpha is a man, and men don’t chase ghosts. She must have offered something he liked. And that is something that you all need to learn. If you are going to impress the Alpha, then you are going to need to learn to do whatever she did.” “She crossed the Alpha, Headmistress Brenna. She shouldn’t have been allowed in the Alpha’s chamber in the first place.” one of them said, and I glared at her.

Rex’s eyes flashed. “It is now.” The air rippled. Power surged from him—not wild, not uncontrolled, but exact. Ancient. The symbols carved into the chamber floor ignited, glowing beneath his boots. Ash’s head snapped toward him. “Rex—” But it was too late. Rex extended his hand and pressed his palm to the center symbol. “I, Rex Kaelen Thorn, Alpha of Blackthorn, invoke Blood-Bound Sanctuary.” The room gasped. That law hadn’t been spoken in over a century.

Alex leaned in and whispered to me, a few minutes into the play. I glanced at him, nodding. My eyes trailed back to the stage and they feel on three students dressed as what I made out to be witches. The play went on, the witches talking to a guy, dressed as a king. My eyes were on the play, but I had little to know interest in it. "Those witches look like the counsel members in blood strive," Alex chuckled. My eyes widened and I snapped my head to him. "You know blood strive?" Alex eyes glistened with excitement and curious. "Og course, the best supernatural series to ever grace the earth. You like it?"

"Very interesting. That's a trick paranormal investigators use to detect the presence of spirits and demons. Is there some kind of ghost hunter club in this school? Any groups or individuals known for doing this kind of thing?" "I can think of one person. Alexander Thane, he's a junior exorcist who does work for the Vatican." "And it seems he's looking for something here. It's quite likely that I'm what he's after." He began to laugh. "This could be fun." The second Helena lied down on her bed, she knew something was wrong. There was something underneath her pillow. With Sophie working at her desk, she dared a look. It was a portable DVD player with a red ribbon and the card taped on. Sittin