Drew Thomas The Conjuring Novels & Stories

“Why didn’t you save James yourself? I’m sure you’re definitely capable of that.” “All you need to do is go back to Cansington and wait there patiently like a good, little girl. He’ll be back by your side before you know it.” Thomas’ lack of an answer did nothing to address Thea’s questions nor assuage her doubts. She drew her lips into a thin line and gave a resigned response, “Alright, I will return.” “Off you go.” Thomas dismissed her. After Thea left, Thomas removed his black jacket and pulled out an ancient scroll from its pocket. He opened the scroll and lay it on the table. Looking at the painting, a grin crept up on his face.

"Now that Sharon has noticed the anomalies, Thomas has no time to pay attention to me. Once he does, I'll be in serious trouble… I'd better lay low for a while. This year's cursed—two wild cards threatening me, each crazier than the last. This line of work… it's impossible. Dealing with nothing but lunatics. Maybe it's time to change careers." The assistant frowned, still puzzled. "Jamie introduced you, right? Then how did Thomas find you? And why would you deliberately leave a flaw, putting yourself in danger? Doctor… are you helping Thomas?" Dr. Dole exhaled. "I won't lie. Thomas and I… we crossed paths once in Neldene." The assistant's eyes went wide. "Neldene? How did you even end up in

I turned to Mira and wrapped my arms about myself, shivering. "You mentioned that Thomas's body was not discovered?" My voice was quieter than I meant when I asked. She gave a headshake. "Nothin'. Not even a hint. A shiver ran down my back. Lucy had acted like a beast. A despot, Davos had been. However, Thomas? It had been Thomas who had pulled the threads. The true genius. And he was gone now. Still alive. Absent. So he was still out there, hiding in the shadows, waiting for the right opportunity to present itself.

The only lady he wanted over his knee was a certain dark-skinned goddess. "Leave" He growled at the girl who scrambled away. "I'm guessing you're not in the mood, Mr Leroy" Conan turned to the intruder, it was Thomas a small fish who believed he could survive in a sea of sharks. Thomas and Conan had gone to high school together and sometime last year, he'd met him again at Blue Diamond, Thomas was too proud for his own good and was a chronic talkative. He invited himself to the seat opposite Conan and stretched his hand out for a handshake which Conan accepted.

Lazarus gathered the evidence against Thomas and his uncle delivered the verdict; he stood firm on the death penalty and even took him away to ensure that. But we missed something crucial, Donovan was the head of The Syndicate, and he could do whatever he wanted. “He sent you.” I gritted out, balling my fist. “Donovan sent you to kill me.” Thomas flashed a sardonic smile, not willing to expose the truth but his silence was all the confirmation I need. “I’m here to collect, you stole my life and now I’ll take yours.” He proclaimed, his gaze glowing with bloodlust. Thomas’s wolf was taking over, the atmosphere thickening with murderous intent. With a growl, his fangs elongated, sharp and deadl

“Do you always show up like that? On cue?” He smirked. “Only for girls who don’t give out their numbers.” The door creaked open again behind us, and this time it wasn’t some drunk dude with weak game—it was the rest of the band. Teddy straightened as they stepped out, nodding toward the tall guy with jet-black hair pulled back in a low bun. “That’s Thomas—drummer, chaos coordinator, walking tattoo gallery.” Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did.

He must have had a reason to harm Maria. “Okay, may I ask why?” Jake’s voice asked. He had that uncomfortable sound in his voice. But I heard his fingers tapping in the background. I knew I could rely on him. “He may be the lynchpin we’ve been looking for. The one who’s been willing to kill without blinking. Mr. Thomas has access to all spaces. He’s been involved the entire time as Edger Belgrave’s assistant. Maria said she knows Jacqueline paid for his loyalties. Mr. Thomas then abandoned Maria near the hospital, next to a dumpster, during the night. There he threatened her to never return, or he’d kill her.” I pieced together what I could remember of Maria’s story as told him.

Was it because of Thomas? She frowned because she had hoped something would spark between Dawn and Maxwell. There were mixed expressions around the table. Dawn’s mother, Lorelai, looked completely stunned. Taylor and Charlie exchanged looks, clearly concerned for their friends. Maxwell kept staring at Thomas, watching him closely. He wasn’t his usual relaxed and playful self. He looked more like someone trying to solve a mystery. Only Mina and Drew seemed genuinely entertained by Thomas’s introduction. “Must be interesting to be a med student,” Mina remarked.

Jerry offered quickly. “Do you think they will?” James asked skeptically. “I’m sure. This river has so many damn secrets, I know fellas that had been diving down river, caught some interesting stuff, but this one here, this is special, no one alive knows why, but the Thomas River is something else.” Jerry replied confidently. “Well, if you can hook us up that would be nice.” Brian stated and made a bee line to his clothes. “Sure. I’ll set it up. I’ll let you know when.”

"I know. We need to tell Nate immediately." Thomas Steele. Dora's father. According to every record we could find he was not just some construction worker who died in an accident. He was involved with the supernatural community. Deeply involved. Specifically, he was researching bloodlines. Rare bloodlines that most werewolves thought were extinct or myth. The documents showed correspondence between Thomas and various packs across the country. He was asking about silver wolves. About moon witches. About ancient bloodlines that carried power most modern werewolves could not imagine.