Dresden Files Novels & Stories

With so much fear in me, my hands shivering I managed to open the file and brought out the first paper in the file and I began reading Name: Nora Bridget Occupation: Teacher Date: Relationship status: Married Murder type: Homicide "Arrgghh," I said frustrated "Any lead?" I heard Elliot say behind me "Hmm not at all" I said tiredly and sadly "And I guess you don't have any either," I asked Elliot putting the file back and closing the locker " Yeah I don't think the body is here or maybe it's here and we can't recognize it..how are supposed to do that when we know nothing about the body ...shit why didn't I think about that" Elliot

I thought maybe if I didn’t pick it up, it would stop. But what if it was Daddy? I walked slowly toward it. My feet felt cold on the floor. I reached up and grabbed the receiver the way I’d seen Daddy do. It felt heavier than I expected. “Hello?” I whispered. A woman’s voice came through. “Hello, this is City Gate Mortuary calling to notify the family of Asher Wolfsbane and Valerie Darkrose that the individuals listed were found deceased after a car accident on the 22nd of May, two days ago.”

My magic still crackles under my skin—white, volatile, unfamiliar. Rylan is across the room. Not unconscious. Not dead. Something worse. He’s on his hands and knees, gasping, his body shaking as if it doesn’t know which shape to choose. Gold light flickers beneath his skin, then dies. His wolf claws scrape against the stone before retreating. His breathing is ragged, raw, unanchored. I crawl to him without thinking. The bond does not answer. That absence is a wound all its own. “Rylan,” I whisper, touching his shoulder.

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My wolf growled low, her claws flexing beneath my skin, demanding action, demanding answers, demanding vengeance. “Dresden,” I whispered, leaning into him, our bond vibrating like a drumbeat between us. “Who is she? How do we even begin to find her?” Dresden’s jaw tightened. His eyes, usually so steady and commanding, flickered with frustration and determination. “She’s a rogue of a caliber I’ve never seen before,” he admitted, his voice low but tense. “She’s been inside our walls, waiting, watching… striking when we least expect it. And now… she’s targeting Mara—targeting us.”

Seventy-five is clearly just the tip of the iceberg. On My Bedside Table Now The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova, and I am Legend by Richard Matheson. And everyone is telling me I forgot The Vampire Files — some 12 novels by P.N. Elrod. Urban fantasy set in 1930s Chicago, featuring a hardboiled P.I. named Jack Fleming. FacebookTwitterFlipboardEmail Sign Up For The Pop Culture Happy Hour Newsletter Stay pop culture savvy with NPR’s guide to TV, books, movies, music and more, sent weekly.

“You… were always… my greatest pride.” The ancient vampire crumbled to ash in the rain. Damien stood motionless, rain mixing with the blood on his face. He didn’t cry. Vampires rarely could. But the emptiness inside him howled louder than any wolf. Occult Studies Basement Exit Serena Vale ran through the secret tunnels beneath the library, violet magic flickering weakly around her hands. The smell of burning sage and flesh still clung to her clothes — the scent of her coven dying by her own fire.

I say quietly, fighting the urge to go suck what's left dry. I don't wait for them to say anything and run off to where I smell the blood. I see a woman braced against the side of the building and two puncture wounds on her neck. There's a vampire, her blood still smells fresh. That's when I felt a knife enter my waist from someone behind me. I turn to see a vampire, blood staining his mouth. He takes one look in my eyes and his widen in fear. "Dhampir," he says scared.

and before he could react to those words, a very ornate dagger was plunged through his chest. When Rainn woke up, he was in a bedroom, but it wasn’t the one that he knew from the fortress. He got up and went to get himself cleaned up. After he put his clothes on, he figured that he better find out where he was and see if he could find Ard’al. He walked down the hall completely in his own thoughts when he bumped into someone. When he looked up, he saw a beautiful woman with long black hair and the most haunting blue eyes he had ever seen.

He stumbled back several steps, face drained of color, stomach churning. He'd never imagined—not in his worst nightmares—that his own flesh and blood would come back to him like this. Broken. Violated. Reduced to filth. There was no grief in him. Just the panic of something spinning out of his control—and revulsion at being confronted with such dirty, disgusting remains. When it came time to settle my affairs, my father had to go to the county clerk's office to officially close my records. The clerk on duty was a chatty sort. Glancing at the file, he remarked casually, "Mr. Duncan? Oh, right—you're the one who reported your younger son missing last Halloween, aren't you? Real shame, losing y