Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

I watched him fall. It was too late to shape shift, I started retreating and stopped behind a huge cave. Alex had supporters. He had people who were working for him and they were just not people, they were wolves. After everything had stopped when I was sure I heard no single noise again, I left to look for Andrew. I found the remains of his body dangling lazily on a bony branch. The leather noose creaks in a strange, rhythmic rhythm; His neck was crooked at an unusual angle. Those pensive eyes stared blankly ahead of him, but not without an expression of peace. His skin was ivory white, bleeding all over. Both his right arm and leg had been ripped off his torso. Only the bloody eye sockets

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Cheryl looked from him to Shawn. “Should I read you a book, Andrew?” Shawn turned to Andrew before his mother could say anything. Andrew eyes lit up but he didn’t reply. Shawn walked up him and squatted beside him. “Sure,” Andrew nodded quickly forgetting that his mum was there. “Andrew….” Shawn quickly turned to Cheryl before she could say another thing. “Let’s talk tomorrow, Andrew’s tired,” “What? How dare you….” “He’s my son,” “How could you….”

she protested. Andrew got up to search the other bookshelves while Suzanne and Ethan bickered endlessly, Ashley just had on a mortified, sober look. Ryan had his teasing smirk on as he chipped in words that was sure to make Ethan blow his top. Andrew frowned slightly as he returned to his seat. He cleared his throat and they all turned to face him. Ethan's hand was raised mid-air ready to punch the ever smirking Ryan. "I had thought getting books on how the shade organization went could save me from explaining to you about anything but since the Shades are so secretive in all what they do it's useless to keep on searching for books on them," Andrew said.

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

I'm getting close to getting it ," Kael pack the Car I got down and walked inside the bush ,that is where priest Andrew house is No one could know that , there is a house here I entered the house using my teleport power ,and as if I know something was wrong I met Priest Andrew in a pool of blood ,I ran to him Who do this ? I asked getting angry Priest Andrew is the only one I trust apart from Oscar I remove the knife that was stuck inside him ,I was trying to use the knife to caught my hand so that I can use the it to heal him Yes! My blood can heal He stopped me from doing that ,I look at his eyes ,he shook his head I tried to connect to our heart together so that j can read his mind The kn

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

I come to a stop and glance in a room, finding Andrew, lying motionless on a bed, with nothing but a blood-stained white sheet draped over his body. My breath hitches and I move for the door with purpose barging in and running to check on him. His skin is clammy, and he starts shivering when I touch his forehead with my warm hands. He looks absolutely awful. “Grab another blanket,” I tell Jasper, running my hand gently along Andrew’s cheek and moving down to his chest. I peel the sheet back and bite my lip hard to keep my crying internalized. Poor Andrew. I have almost died twice today. I have had my throat almost slit and then nearly ripped out and it all seems like nothing compared to what

Andrew’s smell surrounded me as a new set of muscular arms encircled me. I could just barely make out Andrew’s voice as my consciousness plunged into darkness. “Crystal!” —————————————— To readers：This book will be updated with one chapter per day this week.

She spat. Andrew growled, Dissipating his dominance around her Library, his wolf didn't take her insult lightly. "Andrew, the name is Andrew Levisay." He gritted out. Her eyes widened in shock and she clasped her trembling hands on her mouth. Andrew sensed a group of people approaching the Library. He guessed they had been her backup or security. "An…An… drew. Andrew Levisay?" She stuttered, quaking at the effect of his dominance.