Carson Series Novels & Stories

she asked, voice quivering slightly despite her composure. Carson moved closer, lowering his voice. “The secrets my family kept… they intersect with yours. The man responsible for your father’s fire is looking for something he believes belongs to him and I have to stop him before he finds it.” That evening, the air in the penthouse was thick with tension. The scent of rain and city streets mingled with the faint aroma of amber from a single burning candle. Justina sat on the edge of the sofa, gripping her knees, while Carson prowled the room, restless, protective, calculating.

Dimitri’s window to act was measured in hours, and the night was already bleeding away. “I won’t ask what happened here,” I said, glancing at Carson. He didn’t so much as blink. He didn’t need to defend himself—his work spoke loudly enough. This wasn’t a warning. This was a declaration. Next time, the Strigoi wouldn’t dare disrespect him. I couldn’t help but think of Jonathan—my old friend, ruthless and unyielding. Carson was cut from that same feral cloth. When he took his father’s seat, the wolves would follow him into hell without hesitation. And hell would follow them back.

“Carson? Vice President of Thompson Global Ventures?” “That’s me,” Carson said with a practiced grin, brushing a hand through his styled hair. He remembered her from the last perfume competition—one glimpse of her had left him smitten. He’d even come today hoping to see her again. To run into her at the entrance? Fate, surely. Caitlin, meanwhile, felt a spark of opportunity. Carson wasn’t just anyone; he was Hector’s grandson, the Jonathan heir apparent, born into privilege and splashed across tabloids for his endless string of flings and scandals.

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate.

Carson scraped his heavy leather chair back, the harsh screech against the marble floor shattering the quiet space between us. He pushed himself upright, his spine rigid, his gaze cutting sharply away to avoid mine. Instead of looking at me, he fixed his eyes on the far wall of his dim office, staring intently at the framed canvas where a three-headed horse reared against a stormy sky. ​"Carson, I am asking you! Where is Daddy’s autopsy report?! I need it!"

I hold my breath, afraid to hope, afraid that this is real and watch silently. A very familiar and welcoming sight saunters out of one of the cars, looking very much like the big mafia boss in a black overcoat and perfect groomed hair. That tall foreboding and familiar handsome sight, so clearly strong with Carrero DNA. Strong, muscular and like this, completely different to how I normally see him.

Stacey-Damn it he makes me love him when he does that. Me-Me too I just want to kiss him. Stacey-He lied to us. Me-Right we are still mad. “Thank you,” I tell him. He makes a call and I go back to my desk. Several minutes later the elevator opens and Carson rounds the corner in a dark suit looking like a black James Bond. I see everyone look at him. He’s tall like all Lycan’s, built well, he is a warrior, his head is shaved and he has a smirk on him lips as he sees me.

Chase explained to Aubrey then held his phone up towards her face. She let out a sharp gasp as tears began to stream down her face. I wanted to burst right through the damn glass and let her know that I was still alive, but she didn’t know about being a Scion or werewolves. I’d scare the living hell out of her and if I tried to shift right now, I would probably pass out before I had a chance to do anything. I saw her snatch the phone away from Chase to look at it closer. She threw the phone across the room and it landed right by the glass doors. There was a picture on it and it was of my smashed-up car and the truck. I was too late. I couldn’t fix this, not yet. I was so enraged. How could m

But I think we just met, shouldn't we study each other first before doing this? She asked as Hudson smirked. Would you like to see me doing that with another person? "No... Totally no! Clerk spoke sadly. Then go get me a prepaid Burger. **** Carson couldn't help but enter his car and drive to Witch Sarah house but she wasn't around. Not a single soul was in her compound as he tricked the silver moon pack into territory and on his way, he was captured by gamma wolves who were guarding their territory. "Who are you? What are you doing in our territory?

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"