Ambrose Spellman Novels & Stories

The taste was even more vile than the smell. "What the hell is this?" I demanded. Amos shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing you should worry about." I opened my mouth to protest, but Amos turned to Elder James. "Grandpa, I scented dark magic around him last night, but I wanted to confirm," Amos said My eyes widened. Did he just call James 'grandpa'? That revelation sparked questions. Was Amos a half-breed? A mix of werewolf and something else? Most pressing, however, was the mention of dark magic.

Kailin yelped simultaneously to find her holding Axell’s lifeless body. “I’ve heard so many stories about you. You’re known by many names, such as Gramien, Kazius, and Celekai, but in our time, you are Ambrose. A warlock gifted with Chronokinesis, who can control and manipulate time.” “Yes,” he confirmed to Zarah. Ambrose was Nirvana’s great-great-grandfather, but I bet my penny he was centuries old. “What happened?” Case asked. “Then why is she still not alive?”

I could smell it was Avery’s blood. How did he get it?! He might have done some kind of spell that required him to get close to her body and then he could obtain her blood. Fuck! He was punched by Asphalt repeatedly. It broke his teeth, but he smiled as his eyes glowed purple. Asphalt frowned and released him. “The spell… it's done. Now…I’ll get the power of the souls.” he said, a victorious smile on his lips. He must have read the incantations in the book when he held it through his powers.

What Chase did to that guy, showing his strength like that, it wasn’t just reckless and stupid… it was dangerous for us all. He scowls, scrubbing a hand over his face. It only smears the blood, making him look even more unhinged than he already does. His hair is mussed, a loose strand hanging down over his forehead in this sexy James Dean kinda way that has my heart racing a little faster, my blood turning molten in my veins. “He shouldn’t have touched you,” Chase mutters, flexing his hands and staring down at his damaged knuckles. Slowly, he raises his gaze, and when his eyes collide with mine, all the air rushes from my lungs on impact.

A slight headache hits her. Mr. Gauis tried consoling her but she declined, breathing out “I'm fine.”to him. She after awhile cleaned her tears and clenched her fist tightly. “Let get this over with. I am not going to let him or Adrian take anymore person from me.” “Adrian ..?”Mr. Gauis furrowed his brow. “How do you know of him?” “He's Caleb Father and the leader of the Secret Spy Organization. I see every other person except my generation, know him. ”

He stiffened and stared at us with eyes glimmering in shock. "My bad!" I scratched my neck and stiffled a laughter. "What would you have us call you then? You never really introduced yourself since you decided the theme of our meeting was horror by attacking us with bats." Cass whistled an unfamiliar tune that sounded more like a mockery than a song. The necromancer gave a mirthless laugh before going for another swoop of his cigarette. "I'm Romulus." "Right, I'm Elena Marshall." I cocked my head.

What in the world is this? "Good evening, Miss. My name is Ambrose, and I work as Mr Whitlock's personal driver." "I'll be taking you to meet him; are you ready?" I breathe a sigh of relief; for a little minute, I believed I'd been seriously catfished. This man is substantially older than the photo I was shown; he's balding, and his nose occupies over half of his face. I nod and grin as I take my bag from the table and walk out the door, shutting the door behind me and following him down the stairs. We walk silently as he walks me to a large black automobile and unlocks the rear seat door for me.

I turn around to see Aspen standing at the door, looking as beautiful as ever, even though I know she didn’t get any sleep last night. She glances at me, then looks at my dad. My dad seems completely uninterested in what she has to say, but looks at her nonetheless. Her worried eyes trace back to mine and I just raise my eyebrows waiting for what she wants. “Hazel wants to talk to Amy.” Aspen says and my dad finally snaps out of it. “Why?” He asks skeptically. Aspen shrugs, “Something about wanting her side of last night. How it might help her understand the spell better if she knows where her mind goes when the witch takes over. I don’t know. Witchy stuff.” She tells him and his glances at

"Sarah is fine. For now. But I need money, and I need it today." "How much?" "250 thousand dollars. Cash." "Why should I give you anything?" Marcus looked at Sarah, who was starting to stir on the bed. "Because I know who you really are, Elena Ashford. I know about your children. I know about your past. And I know there are people who would pay a lot of money for that information." "You're blackmailing me." "I'm offering you a business deal. 250 thousand for your assistant's safe return and my silence about your identity."

“We need to knock her unconscious before she burns the entire kingdom down.” “I had lost control of my magic, not my brain!” I retorted. “Mom, please believe me.” “We are in the spell room, and the loss of control has already been stabilized,” Mother muttered, a deep frown forming on her face. “Daisy is a very powerful hybrid. Possibly more powerful than those who built this spell room,” Gabriel responded. “My father gave me a story about what happened when he and Amos were young, a story I am sure Amos would never forget. They both went to the river to swim. But something traumatizing happened. They were told to never speak about it again by their parents. What was that?”