Alexander Calvert Supernatural Novels & Stories

I asked. Calix, who was already bare-torsoed, nodded and also twitched his eyebrows as though undecided, before proceeding to remove his boots and then trousers. In a moment, he stood stark-naked before and my poor breath hitched in a way it has never before as I stared down at the strength coiled at his groin. Calix smirked. “I was thinking it was high time I introduced you to my lycanthrope.” “Gabriel?” He nodded. “Are you ready?”

The Dragon Palace was destroyed too. Grenn furrowed his brows and looked unhappy. "Go find them! Dead or alive!" He knew it was vital to kill Calvert to avoid trouble in the future. Meanwhile, at a village near the border of Eastplain, the teleportation amulet had teleported Calvert to the sky of the village. He fell down from the sky when he left the void. The teleportation was too hectic even for a royal paragon like Calvert. His body was feeling sore and his stomach felt upset.

Myla frowned. “What do you mean by that?" Henry grinned. “The Alpha King isn't known to be a monster for nothing. He hardly buys human slaves but the ones he had bought in the past are all dead. Rumor has it that his demon feeds on them at night but don't worry, you'll get to experience that soon" Myla's eyes widened. What an atrocity! That can't be true, can it? Before she could think more on that, Henry grabbed her roughly and tied her hands with chains which ended up hurting her wrist.

Even though they very were clear about not wanting me to know the reason of why he became a fallen angel in the first place, I can’t help but be curious about it. What sin did he commit that made him get cast out of heaven all the way to hell and then had him get tortured every single year by the memory of it? And if Alexander knew he couldn’t commit that sin, why did he do it anyways? What drove him to give up on his seemingly perfect life? I had so many questions and barely any answers. My train of thoughts were cut off when I saw Alexander lay an unconscious Zach on the ground. He stood back up with difficulty from whatever magic he just did and before I could say anything, he pointed his

The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation. Calach, “the milky backed”, a minor legionnaire of the infernal forces. The creature was apparently connected to a larger entity in the form of Ariton, one of the eight Princes of Hell. This royalty was associated with dominion over water and took direction from the North, whatever that meant. Calach was used to invoke hexes on enemies and love charms on unwilling women. Hexes and love charms. That had possibilities, if it wasn’t all crap.

I would’ve thought it would be wiser for Daemon to be present, but if he wasn’t here, it only meant Alexander didn’t trust him enough to attend. “When everyone is speaking, no one’s listening,” Alexander said, and all arguments ceased, the room falling into silence. “There is indeed an army of the undead; I’ve seen it with my very own eyes, and so has my Luna. Creatures that even bullets made of the finest silver cannot kill.” “How do you expect us to believe in the sudden appearance of these creatures? I’ve never seen any, and with all due respect, this sounds more like something out of a fantasy novel,” Alpha Cain said.

The two of us walked to our bed, and I smiled as she curled up beside me as I wrapped my arm around her. By the time Valerie drifted off to sleep against my shoulder, I’d already made up my mind. Tomorrow, I’d have Hunter trace him. Every record. Every file. Every whisper. Because if this man thought he could step into my wife’s life uninvited, he was about to learn that Alpha Xavier Blackthorn didn’t take kindly to ghosts wearing masks.

Alexander spoke calmly and fondly. "Good afternoon miss Charlotte I'm Lilith," she said with a sweet harmless smile as her eyes wandered, settling her gaze on Leonard for a brief moment, Alexander had earlier told her about a boy named Leonard possessing the power needed and though she had never met him she could easily tell it was the beautiful boy before her as her tongue twirled with anticipation. The skinwalker becomes a student of St Donavan, what could possibly go wrong? hehehe.

The moon reflected in the water and alongside the face of the hooded being. The fangs were longer than a normal werewolf. The claws burned red and her eyes were completely black and soothy and her ears stood long and flappy like a bat's own. But what mostly scared her was not the physique but the reflection staring back at her. The witch who caused this was no other than CLEOPATRA. By this time, she had regained her voice and she screamed loudly! ………………………. Alexander kicked against the bushes angrily as he walked to the Kingdom of Alpha Calhoun. He has been sneaking in and out of the kingdom to see Sara his mate. Of all the times, for weeks he had met her door locked and locked again.

He must be confused, perhaps even frightened by the darkness growing inside him. This changed things. It made me want to see him even more, not just to kill him, but to see what he had become. "The best I could do was steal her blood," Alexander said, trying to regain some dignity. "I would be dead right now if Calhoun had noticed me." His eyes darted around the room, nervously searching for his mate. I ignored his pleas and stared at the small glass vial. Even from a distance, the blood pulsed with a strange, golden energy. It was powerful. It was divine.