Carver Edlund Supernatural Books Novels & Stories

he asked nicely. “It was horrible. Everyone at school called me a murderer and made me feel like I did it. Did I kill my parents?” Ivy asked, hoping he would tell her if she did it. “Ivy, I don’t think you killed your parents. I know you didn’t,” he said, standing up and pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. “I found this while cleaning up some of the mess,” he said, handing it to her. It was a letter and had blood on it. Ivy read it over and looked at him. “What is a Shadow Dweller?”

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

Tension hung thick in the air as they were led on a tail chase. “We received a report from our Matlock county branch. The supernatural killings have increased considerably in the past weeks and the humans are afraid to step out of their home at nights,” Neil’s voice was thick with concern. “The reports reveal it was the work of a vampire, a very strong one at that. There were multiple cuts in the body of his victims and a bite wound. The blood was not only drained from the victims, but this one has a habit of painting the walls with the blood of his victims. I don’t want that leech coming this way to my city and I want him stopped at any cost,” he concluded.

He hung up again, the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. One by one, he burned through his contacts: mercenaries who didn’t care if their prey screamed, hunters who lived on blood money, traders who trafficked in the bones of the supernatural. Each call was another nail in Edward’s coffin. Each promise of delivery, another stone laid in the road toward Albert’s return.

I will give him more than he bargains for. I go to my new home, a plain suburban affair. It is furnished. Quickly, not breaking a sweat, I move most of the furniture into the garage. Then I retire to the master bedroom, draw all the shades, and lie down on the hard wooden floor and close my eyes. The sun has drained my strength, I tell myself. But as I doze off I know it is also the people I have met this day that have cut deep into me, where my iron blood flows like a black river over the cold dust of forgotten ages, dripping onto this green world, onto the present, like the curse of the Lord himself. I hope to dream of Krishna as I fall asleep, but I do not. The devil is there instead. Yak

He was a great hunter. “Yes, no caribou*, no squirrel has a chance!” he agreed. That was the right moment to rescue my mate, to have her in my arms, completely, and in reality. *Join my group, T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire for more info on my books and paperbacks* *Elks from North America

“Just do what I say, okay? And about your family. I will deal with them. Perhaps you want to say something for them, and I will deliver it.” I scoffed. “No. Not necessary.” Elias looked at her coldly, picked up his glass, and drank. “But…” “Hmm?” I bit my lower lip. “I left something valuable to me in that house….” I sighed, I know I am asking too much, but it’s only him whom I can trust, “can you please get it for me? I promise it’s my last favor. You’ve done too much—” “What is it?” I gulped to ease my shyness and calm myself. “My father gave me a book, and it’s all about mystical creatures, wolves, vampires—hey, are you alright?”

She softly touched his shoulder and he looked at her with tired eyes, eyes that were screaming millions of emotions, all his successes, his failures, everything. “Son, who stole it?” Carol was not certain but she needed to find it. Maybe it could help with missing Empress. It was her assumption, though. “Scarlet’s professor,” Emerald replied. Scarlet was going insane on the other side. She called Emerald for help and here he was hopelessly engaged in a conversation with Carol. The hell. “Professor! Why would a human steal something like that? It’s a supernatural book. It contains supernatural events, mostly about you and Scarlet.” Carol whispered the last sentence to herself. Emerald didn’t

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.