Ambrose Spellman Novels & Stories

He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds. “Your mom sent me a letter so I really came here prepared. I also got the news of what happened two days ago so I personally came to check you out. So how are you? Are you fine now?” I literally got that question several times now. “Perfectly fine, nothing to worry about. Anyway, have you brought your sister? Where is she?” I looked around to see if he’s got his sibling with him but Aubrey’s not around. Kirk and Aubrey are my only friends who knows about my secret aside from Lena.

I needed to visit there soon I stayed in my thoughts until there was a knock at the door. I reluctantly went to check. I opened it and a tall man with blonde hair greeted me with a smile. " Hello, there!" " May I help you?" I asked. " My name is Ambrose. Sir Azriel sent me to check up on you," he said. " Is Azriel alright?" " Yes," Ambrose lingered a while and I wondered if he wanted me to invite him in. I swallowed and asked " Do you want some tea?"

"But we have to be careful. If he's as scary as I think we can make no mistake." I nodded, my determination tightening. "We'll do it. Whatever it takes." Over the next few days, we delved into the shadowy world of Sebastian Grey, gathering bits and pieces of information from various sources. He seemed to be following a spell—Grey’s path was impenetrable, his relationships buried deep in deceit and conspiracy. As we learned more about his actions, it became clear that Gray was not just a minor player but an influential figurehead. Its reach extended beyond Lawson's policies and involved powerful individuals and institutions.

Peter Ambrose stepped into Level Zero. He hadn't changed his clothes. He still wore the charcoal-gray suit, the white silk tie, the expensive leather oxfords that had never been designed to walk through mud and broken glass. He carried no umbrella, no security detail, and no devices. His hands were empty, his face pale and completely still beneath the flickering halogen light as he closed the door behind him, locking us both inside the dark, rusted tomb of our youth. He walked toward me, his steps silent against the concrete, his eyes tracking my position with the cold, calculated precision of an optical sensor. He stopped ten feet away, just at the edge of the pale orange circle cast by the

He immediately switched gears, turning his attention to business. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he said to Amelia. “Where is he?” Asher scanned the room. “Ah, over there.” Asher led them across the room to a handsome man dressed in an expensive business suit. “Amelia, this is Jonathan. He’s the executive director of Silvermoon Royal Group. And your new mentor.” Amelia extended her hand. She made eye contact. Jonathan’s eyes were gentle. Gentle and very blue. Gentle and very blue and…

"My name is Peter Winston. I've searched for you everywhere including the social media but couldn't get you. I never knew you changed your name" "I'm sorry, I didn't change my name at any point in time. I'm sure you got the wrong person" "No. You're the right person. I'm surprised you aren't bearing your father's name" "Please sir, my name is Grace Anslem. I'm not in for this joke. So I'll simply hang up" "Hang on! Listen to me carefully. Your real name is Grace

I ask him about the research on Justin and her family. “Nothing suspicious. They did have a land dispute with a vampire family, years back. I doubt if they knew they were vampires, but it’s something to look into.” I nod, giving him a go ahead. I go back to the kitchen, to get something to eat. Oliver made spaghetti and meatballs. He’s a good cook, his grandmother taught. I don’t even know what my grandparents names are. I never bother to ask. “What about Alpha Elias? Heard from him yet?”

Or will my fate be even worse? I let a childish dream of freedom, and a wolf with kind eyes, ensnare me. Now I am in more danger than ever before. Ethan’s hand curls into a fist at his side. “Oh, let him keep his pet.” The man at the end of the table finally speaks. His voice is as smooth as silk, and, to my surprise, he speaks with a Southlands accent. “Did I ever tell you about the time my mother let me keep a rabbit?” He looks at Robert, before going back to his apple. “When she took it from me, I cried.”

“What do you mean?” “Domenico is trying to wipe out the blood of the Grimaldi’s to ensure that he does not die based on some prophecy he got. So, not only is he using some ancient dark magic spell to stay alive, he also wants to ensure that no one, in other words, according to that so-called prophecy, you and the kids, would kill him” Nathan said, and I sighed, shaking my head. I sat on the couch, and chuckling, Nathan sat beside me and wrapped his right arm around me, pulling me to his chest.

End of Flashback. It was at that moment that I realized that I was raising a Viper within my home. A Viper that I was willing to do everything in my power to end. And I knew what I needed to do. Whatever snake that was inside my home, the only way to get rid of it was to cut off its head. “She’s at the office, sir,” he finally said. “We followed her, just as you had said.” I stopped tapping. “Whose office?” “Damon Lockwood’s.”