Dresden Files Novels & Stories

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

GRACE'S POV The weekend rolled by smoothly, and met me on my couch, with a bowl of salted popcorn and a show that made me laugh, but I didn't know the plot. It's not like I didn't want to know the plot or that I wasn't paying enough attention. I was paying attention, it's just that I had a hard time following movies sometimes. The dialogue was pretty good though. “Like I was saying, then, she gathered all the files, mine and hers, and then dumped them on my desks.” Susan said as she came into the living room, dressed up in my shirt and a pair of shorts I believe I'd thrown away.

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Draven Draven is an author who writes paranormal/supernatural which includes vampires and werewolves, and ghosts. Her works include The Immortals Saga vampire series and the Bane Werewolf Colony series. She’s working on a revenge crime series of short stories and a science fiction series. She’s a graduate of Full Sail University with a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. She has experience with script-writing, comic writing, and game writing. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading books, specifically paranormal

♠️ ETHAN ♠️ The warehouse smelled like rust and damp concrete, old oil, and now, the sharp tang of blood. We’d dragged Brandon to one of Dre’s safe spots on the outskirts of the city—a forgotten industrial shell where screams didn’t echo far. He was tied to a metal chair in the center, wrists raw from the zip ties, head lolling from the punch I’d given him earlier. Dre flipped on the single hanging bulb, casting harsh shadows across Brandon’s face. He stirred, groaning, eyes fluttering open to the nightmare.

For a few precious hours, our home felt almost safe. But the calm was a lie. It always was, with Caden Dovewood lurking. He'd known about Eve, a shadow always at my heels. His gaze was a constant, chilling reminder that my carefully built double life was his to expose whenever he chose. I'd lived with his eyes on me for weeks, enduring his presence at school, the forced closeness, the terrifying physical demands. The encounter with Richard, a desperate gamble for cash had only deepened my vulnerability, giving Caden more specific ammunition. My mind kept returning to Richard—a lonely man, yes, but also a symbol of how far I’d gone, how much deeper into the shadows I’d stepped. This new part

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

"Get me my drugs or prepare to lose your fucking kidney." I felt chills go down my bones. That's so shocking. Drugs? The nun? Jesus Christ. At this point nothing in this family could shock me anymore. Tomorrow I could wake up and discover Melody was secretly running an underground criminal organization and I'd probably just ask her how business was going. Shaking my head, I walked into the kitchen and pulled out my phone. It was time to focus. I looked up everything and anything under Octavia Draven. A few minutes later I found exactly what I needed.

Jon wondered if the island took its name from Dante's ancestors or vice versa. When Jon had finished, he was ushered by Pablo to the library where Jon saw Dante sitting at the table with an open laptop. Dante raised his head slowly as Jon entered the dimmed room. The light coming from the laptop gave Dante's face a somewhat deathly pallor. His lips, however, were unusually red and his eyes a deep black that glistened with the reflected light from the laptop's screen. He wore a thick coat although Jon felt that the room was not that cold. Jon wondered whether his client was suffering from some kind of malady that also rendered him cold and pale.

'I've never seen you here before, do you work here? 'Yes'. 'Are you new?'. 'Yes'. 'Did you loose the chicken intentionally to scare me?'. 'Yes'. She looked taken aback. 'You did it intentionally?'. 'Yes'. 'Get the hell away from here'. 'OK'. I turned on my heels. 'Wait, come back'. She called and I turned. 'Aren't you going to punish her'. She said to senator. What was his name again.... Yes...Drenthe. Senator Drenthe.