Carver Edlund Supernatural Books Novels & Stories

“These are just assumptions. I think it will never happen. That era ... maybe it already started. Still, it can't be because of this little girl. The killing of Edwards was painful for our group as well. Scar, Screamer, Shrew and Skeleton are gone. They were killed without too much trouble, although they were leaders in our group. That's why I felt that pressure for sure. I can say we were lucky... for we managed to kill them.” “Yes ... huge losses for our cause. Almost as big as the Edwards’ for them. There is still ... Knudlac. Surely he and his ‘little’ wizards can cause us problems.” “You have no idea ... especially him.” The cover-faced guy looked out, in that darkness, as if he could s

Dorothy’s mouth opened in awe but said nothing. "Are you serious? What is it all about?" “An unhappy spirit. I encountered when I tried to seek help to locate the soldiers.” “Do share more,” She softly demanded. “There is a lady spirit there who has deep grievances.” “Lady? Someone is hiding in that jungle?” I nodded. Dorothy chuckled lightly. “I am a Christian, Dr. Anthony Jin. A believer in God. I do not believe in ghosts.” I looked out to the sea and exhaled.

I muffled my scream as I gasped again, supporting my body against the wall as I tried to hide myself in the dark alley, not to attract any attention. My original plans were to look for this book with the name Cerberus. After my little action with Evander, I had gone to the library and read a few pages of the book called Supernatura, and it mentioned this book called Cerberus that had information regarding rare members of the species, but now that I am like this, can I really go anywhere? "Woah, when I thought I felt like you called my name, I never thought I would find you in a condition like this," I heard Alcinder's voice, making me look up with hope.

He refused to believe in supernatural beings before despite the strange things that happened to him and his constant nightmares, but now that he was here right before one, there was no way to deny that fact. The side of her lips lifted a bit. “What do you think?” He didn’t say anything. From all the mythical books he had read, only dark creatures had red eyes, and the most famous were… vampires. What was more peculiar was he had dreamt about them before. In his dreams, everything felt real. It was like something about them kept on haunting him. “A demon or a vampire?” He didn’t want to know but he needed to. “Both.” His jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that this couldn’t be real, but altho

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

So you're a big Lovecraft fan? - Definitely. A thousand times more Cthulhu than any shining vampire. - She smiled. — I like some fantasy books. Writers like Laurell K. Hamilton and Patricia Briggs, who take ancient legends like vampires and werewolves and bring them to the contemporary world. There's this amazing author called SC Green who wrote these dark steampunk books set in dinosaur-infested Georgian London. My friend Derek referred me. He is always giving me new books to read. He's studying mythology, so he likes that sort of thing. — What is your favorite creature?

Alpha Aidan explained as Archer and I joined the group of people huddled around the desk, whilst Darren hurriedly flipped through. “Here it is! The Tale of The Flesh Eaters, written by Arthur Bartley. It is said that Arthur saw these creatures one day which inspired the book.” Darren explained with a smile standing back so we all could see the story he was very proud to find, I mean this was only further validating the claims he’s been making.

“We can do that. Nigel will get the books down that you will need to look over. While I make us all some tea. I feel that none of us is going to sleep much tonight.” “I agree with you, Mom. I know I won’t be able to sleep much, if at all. Nigel, on the other hand, will be the first one to sleep out of us, like always.” I said with a laugh Nigel just made a face at me and went to get the books. She came down with four books in her hand. One was for beginners, and they went up from there. So I picked up the one for beginners. To see what it was about, I grabbed a tablet and a pen so I could take some notes. Mom picked up the photo album and started looking through it. Nigel just sat there play

Elara stopped moving, her breath stuck in her throat as she looked up at the bookshelf. Through the spaces between the old leather books, a pale human hand was slowly coming out from the dark wall. The skin was covered in writing. And the hand was tightly holding a big silver editor's knife that was shaking with a low and scary sound. This time the correction was not for her writing. It was coming for her spine.

She shrugged, a little awkwardly. I smiled back, wanting to put her at ease. “Thank you, Sie. I really appreciate it.” We flicked through some new books and papers while we waited for the pizza to arrive. They were all much the same – long, winding documentation of vampire sightings from the Victorian era, many of which were clearly allegories for something else, like impudent women or the fear of industrialisation.