Alexander Calvert Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Father, this man cannot be trusted,” Alexander said, turning his attention to the King. “Anthony has murdered innocent vampires at the borders for money. He sells out covens, blackmails his own kind, extorts families, and plants blades in other people's hands so he can watch them bleed. He’ll say anything that keeps his neck intact. I’m not sure what he said to King Charles to get him released from jail without a scratch, but I’m sure that was a lie as well.”

“Another thing, Alex. You’re a twenty-five-year old, soon-to-be history graduate. Why should you suddenly figure it all out? If there was anything in all of this supernatural stuff, don’t you think it would have been proven already? Instead, it’s all a bit of a joke, no one will ever admit to more than the odd palm reading at a fair, going in the haunted house at a theme park or watching the occasional scary movie. All of which we know are fake.” “So, what you’re saying is, if anything’s going on, and a big if, then why pick Alessandro Salvatore Palmer to be the ace-detective, solver of all supernatural puzzles. What can he do when the greatest minds through the ages got nowhere? I agree Pau

Alexander. I opened my eyes as much as the wind would let me, tiptoeing as I looked over Calixto shoulder, and I saw him. He was menacingly standing only a few meters away from Calixto and I. There was an evil glint in his eyes which had now turned a bright red color. It almost scared me with how quiet he was. Even without being told, I could see it. I could see how much power he held over nature. I could feel how much power he had. I must have underestimated him before, but now I could indubitably say that Alexander was more powerful than any living being.

It was not long before I felt his canines grazing my skin and all my sanity came rushing back at me. I need to call someone to save me. Save me! Yeah, Carla did mention the powers that can save me. 'Oh dear powers, I command you to save me from this Alexander who has turned into a vampire.' I prayed. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes, but couldn't see any effect on Alexander. He was still there nibbling on my skin, practically making my mind go haywire with his seduction. Great! Now even my powers are refusing to protect me. And where the damn is this Carla when I need her to advise me!

she said, turning to Lucy. Lucy took a deep sigh. "A ritual will be performed. Hopefully, that can keep Alexander's wrath away from you, Susan, but you will have to stay away from both him and his brother!" Susan raised her hands above her head. "I will... I promise I will stay away from them..." Lucy nodded. "We might be witches, strong and powerful, but Alexander, who has lived for centuries, is not just any vampire. He is a demonic vampire, and he stops at nothing to get what he wants."

Alpha Nicholas Tonight has been up there with a fucking tornado. From hosting a ball to being forced to meet wanna-be future Lunas to finding my mate, all of which I didn't want then to add on being woken out of bed to hear of She-wolves running around our lands at 1 in the morning, And if that wasn't enough, one of those girls just so happened to be my mate and the other my brother's mate.

Tired of staring at the ceiling, I closed my eyes, preparing to sleep. A few minutes later... Unable to sleep, I finally open my eyes. To my utter surprise, I was shocked to find myself lying on the couch. Whoaaaaa! It's happening again! I didn't even noticed it! What the hell! What's going on!? Oh, no! I quickly rose to my feet and looked around me. Is Natasha's ghost hunting me down? I'm now convinced that it's Natasha's ghost playing a prank on me. But why me? I'm not the one who serve the poison and certainly I'm not the one who initiated the revenge on her and her father. It's Alex and his family!

With a wave of my hand, I added, "I'm fine. No offense, even if this is all part of my imagination right now, I don't even want imagination you touching me." He whimpered at the words, shriveling back a step or two as if I had thrown acid in his direction, "I went out of town for a while and found a witch who helped. The world of the supernatural isn't limited to just what I am. I had to pay a price but it was worth it." "What was the price?" I didn't want to question too deeply about the witch and what other supernatural creatures lurked out there. If I did I'd probably end up committing myself to a psych ward.

I point, and Raymond nods, his light steady as we sprint for it. The altar’s covered in odd sculptures, old Seraphin stuff that gives me the creeps. Raymond sinks to his knees, hands glowing, and starts speaking words—old, weighty words I don’t grasp but feel deep in my gut. “This is it,” he says, voice cracking from straining so hard. “The curse—it’s tied to that relic piece.” I stand guard, shadows poised, as more monsters slither out of the cracks, screaming about Calix coming back.

From the moment he spoke, it was clear he didn't have any great love for witches. It's a good job you weren't around when I first came to help Silverdale, Barach thought even as she gritted her teeth and stepped forward to bow her head respectfully. "Yes, I am Barach Michaels. I can only assume that you are Lester Silverdale, the werewolf alpha."