Andy Gallagher Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Oh, my girl. You should be so proud. All of us thought he was this heinous killer beast. All of us wanted to banish him. And you convinced us to help him instead. Damn, Fran. Look at him. We’re so ignorant.” Okay, enough. I left the mediums praising the beautiful postcard of the ghost children playing under the watchful eyes of the nurse and the warg, and pressed on toward Tinicum Hall. I was about to call him when I felt the ground tremble. So I dropped my bag and opened my arms, grinning from ear to ear. A heartbeat later, a faint mist of heat knocked me down on my back and I felt it brushing my face. My phone fell off the pocket of my jacket, repeating a single word that made me cry and

They look like celebrities. "Yara," Damien says, squeezing my hand once to grab my attention. "This is the man I've talked so much about. General Adam Gallagher." Adam Gallagher? I look at him and he nods once in greeting. I try to keep my face neutral and friendly. I feel it in my gut; it's him. It's the man I've spent weeks and weeks looking for. The woman standing beside him was at Damien's birthday party, sitting on his table. Ferdinand Cooper mentioned him to Damien last night. It can't be a coincidence. Also, the title General? I'd almost forgotten that. It's him, I'm sure of it. I've never been so sure of something in all my life, even though there isn't any concrete evidence that it'

“I’m sorry about you parents Caitlynn.” Caitlynn nodded numbly, her hands on her lip curling into a fist. “As you have become aware, by my niece and nephew, they are ghouls and so am I and so is everyone in this room.” His voice was smooth and calm, not at all threatening. Yet the fact of the situation made her feel heavy. Everyone she knew and thought were like second family, were all ghouls. They ate human flesh; she was human. “But you’re all different, right? I mean you guys saved me…unless you plan to fatten me up and—”

I kick it for good measure. A deep chuckle makes me whirl around. Standing there is Jacques with a crooked smile that makes my heart speed up. "Good to see you haven't lost your touch, Daniella." "What? No, I'm Brene." I roll my eyes. Guess I'm turning into a pro here since this is my third resurrected ghost lover. "Wait. We have to get Ben and Kiarr. Gwen put them into some kind of ghost prism jail thingy. Do you know how to get them out of something like that? And I totally need to repay Gwen for setting me up with first werewolves and me nearly dying from vampires."

“You are in danger, Gail. Your guardian is gone, and the enemy is closer than ever.” “What are you talking about?” “We’re almost out of time. Find your guardian. Save my children.” “Who is this guardian and how can I save them?” Gail demanded, but the woman shimmered out of view like a mirage disappearing once you got too close. Gail gasped as she woke. The early morning sun reaching through the window into the room. She sat up and rubbed her face. What the hell kind of dream was that? Perhaps it was a side effect of the spell? No way was that the real moon goddess. There was nothing Gail could that a goddess couldn’t do, and ten times better. “Just a dream and nothing more,” Gail told herse

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

Now, they had a good idea where the Vampire queen was hiding, but their best weapon was still on the fritz, and even though Heather McBride assured them that things were getting better, this was night twelve in a row where Cassidy woke all the Hunters with her screaming and sent all of the Guardians who weren’t related to her outdoors to get some peace in the snowy Russian night air. By the time she reached the room, the screams had died down. The door was open, probably left that way by Zane, Jo’s ex who maybe wasn’t her ex anymore, who was standing across from Cassidy’s bed toward the back of the room, out of the way. He wasn’t related to Cassidy, but he always came when she screamed, the

I sat down and dropped my bag at the foot of the chair only for me to raise my head and see a figure looming over me. I was shocked at who it was. Do angels visit when you do not need them? I'm sure you know who it was already. The guy, I mean, the angel that helped me at the club because you don't expect me to believe that a guy acted along with my lie just to deceive another guy and didn't even ask for my name? Shit like that only happens in movies. I was even under the influence of alcohol so it might never have happened. I was certain that I was only hallucinating due to my hangover and because I was really tired.

“They were most definitely a species we had never seen before. I believe they were a mix of banshee, gargoyle, manticore and a harpy.” His nostrils flare with untold rage as he rests his palms on the table’s surface. “I just received a list of other supernaturals that have gone missing this week, and all of those creatures are on the list, along with a few more. If Lilith is on earth, it explains why my hunters have not found her.” Lucifer pushes back from the table and strolls toward me. “You have to hide Bree from her.” My heart pounds loudly in my chest, and my eyes widen. Azazel looks at me from the corner of his eye but remains quiet. “Why would I need to hide Bree from Lilith?” I ask a