Andy Gallagher Supernatural Novels & Stories

"I've already used my witchcraft across the entire Gallagher family. These people will soon wish for death!" Wyatt's face darkened. "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Before he could retaliate, he stumbled and fell to the ground, his eyes suddenly bleeding profusely. From his nostrils poured many black eel-like insects. "Argh! What the hell is this?!" Wyatt cried in horror. "Witchcraft!" Garo declared coldly. In just ten minutes, the entire Gallagher family estate turned into a living hell. Those affected by Garo's witchcraft writhed on the ground in agony, their cries echoing through the air.

I turned and glanced at Gabriel who was standing behind me without my knowledge and hearing from us all this time. “What are you doing here?” I asked, and he ignored me completely, “She the long-lost daughter of Galactus and Zunelia?” He asked Sybil, “Yes,” She replied, “You’re lying? There must be some misunderstanding or something,” Adora asked in disbelief, “My magic doesn’t make mistakes,” She replied,

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

I ask Trevor as he drives, while I call Caleb. Gael Gandía is the thorn in this whole case, he has years of revenge and resentment on his back. His hatred for Winter has only grown and only because he murdered his son years ago. Well, he wanted to pay it back with the same coin by killing Winter's daughter. Although he did not go very well at the time. Dodging the Herr's tricks is difficult and wanting to play tricks on him is even more difficult.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

Angela asked. “We’ve also been looking for Clarabelle. The last time I saw her, she stabbed me with a magical dagger and disappeared into the darkness of the forest. We have reason to believe that Clarabelle is no longer Clarrabelle but... someone else,” Gabriella said. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” Kathrin asked. They all stared at Kathrin for a moment with confused expressions on their faces. Steven’s eyes suddenly turned bright red, then turned back to normal. “Gabriella, she knows nothing about the supernatural world. She’s just a human,” Steven said.

To sell my mate to my evil brother in MY own castle! “It was me, Your Highness, as soon as Anya here came to Your Chambers with the news. I was stationed outside for the night.” Gallagher rumbled, his coppery brown hair shining in the yellow light that cascaded from the overhead chandelier. I nodded, tightening my lips before giving the redhead one last look. She pleaded with me through her eyes and for an instant I almost believed she had nothing to do with it. “There’s something wrong here, something we’re not seeing,” I uttered lowly, before Igor’s gravelly voice cut in quickly, loudly.

“What is all this? Get back to work before I report this to Mrs. Collins.” The girl must have realized what she was doing and thankfully stopped yelling. “I-I’m sorry.” She apologized. It’s just that someone is here to see Felisha.” As hard as she tried, a slight squeal escaped her lips the more she talked. Kaila and I exchanged a look before I got up and headed towards them. “Who’s here to see me?” As soon as I fired the question, the screams outside became louder until a silver-haired guy came inside. But it wasn’t just any silver-haired person. It was Xander dressed up as Gabrielle.

“Suicide spell?” Gareth nodded, his eyes darting toward the blood bowl. “Activated the moment he spoke the trigger. Foamed at the mouth. Heart exploded in his chest.” I let out a slow breath, pleasure unfurling in my chest like smoke. “Perfect. Messy. Loud. Just enough to draw attention—and destroy the only living proof of what I’ve done.” Gareth didn’t respond. “Was Xander there?” I asked, rising from my seat. “Yes. And the girl.”