Andy Gallagher Supernatural Novels & Stories

" 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?

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

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.

Silence was present, and Rippa froze on the spot. For a moment, Angela sneezed, feeling a cold breath pumped into her lungs. Thunderstruck, lightning bolted, and a loud tons of rain assailed, and continued at full force, leaving a crimson color, sprayed through the dark sky, revealing the anger of the witches of the dark forest for invading their territory. A chirping voice cried out in anger. Angela's eyes widened in horror as they turned red, burning in flames. The lightning blasts bathed her face in a golden light and she screamed in anguish. Malison, Laney and Jelnimia watched in horror at the painting of the red face, as they screamed in silence. "Come on Laney, let's get the hell out o

“For a second there I thought I was on a soapie, especially when I came back and Gran was in a coma.” “Henry said it was your ex that kidnapped you, what drama.” “Yeah. It boggles my mind. To think I used to pine for that jerk. I am so grateful that door closed.” “Exactly. Who knew people were so brave to pull stunts like that. In broad daylight too. You’re right, its exactly like a soapie. I am so glad Xander found you. Literally and figuratively.” “You and me both my friend.” “Haley, are you ready?” Xander calls from across the room.

Daniella smiled sheepish. “I told you about a girl who had the same power as Tresicta. And did I mention she tried to kill me?” “That wasn’t premeditated!” she argued. “So it was in the moment?” Snow questioned. “Let’s just get this over with! There’s a battle!” “It’s on pause, but I don’t know how long that’ll last” Danny said. “How….” Agira was about to say something but she waved. “That isn’t Tresicta’s body. That’s my friend Clara and she got possessed. That’s what I was trying to tell you”.

“That’s not a plan, settling down with one woman anytime soon. Samara and…. What’s the other one with the blue eyes and ginger hair?” “Katya,” he offered with a knowing smirk. I always forgot her name. “Yes, her. They’re good enough for the time being. Tell me, what’s the news?” He wasn’t convinced, but he scratched the scruff on his jaw and gave me a curt nod. “Right, the crazy news. It’s the Irish. Sean Gallagher passed away last night. Turned out he’dbeen battling health issues for a while now, but they kept it to a minimum.”

Gallagher, I hope this message reaches you in good spirits. My name is Catriona Agreste, and I am a newly admitted attorney working in corporate strategy. Your legal thrillers have become an absolute lifeline for me during long, grueling nights preparing briefs and navigating the complicated power dynamics of high-stakes environments. The way you portray the emotional and professional toll on women who dare to challenge entrenched systems is breathtakingly authentic and deeply resonant.

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.