Edward Elrick Novels & Stories

Azriel questioned, eyes conveying suspicion. "Who said I knew about his plan?" he remarked and then added, "I know him. Zen is far more cunning than you imagine him to be." Edward had been seeing him for centuries; nothing about that monster was unknown to him. The one who could kill his own mother can do anything. Azriel and Sean shared a glance as if they both had the same thought running in their head, "How can we kill him?" Azriel asked directly. "Don't even think about it. He can't be killed by you or anyone...except for Aurelius," Edward revealed. Their physical strength lagged behind Zen's power by miles. The wannabe lord of witches and wizards could only be defeated by the current lo

His hair, turned silver with age, fell gently over a face that had long forgotten how to smile. Elias Stone. Founder and Commander of VORTEX. To the world, he was just a wealthy philanthropist funding genetic research for “disease control.” But to the hidden supernatural community, he was a monster…the ghost that hunted their kind, the man whose labs turned their kin into test subjects.

“And you didn’t call me immediately because…?” “I passed out,” I admitted, hating the weakness in my voice. “When I came to, I was at Edward’s place. He found me, fought the creature off.” My father’s gaze shifted to Edward. “You killed it?” “Dismembered it,” Edward replied calmly, meeting my father’s stare. “No blood—just a green sap that glowed faintly. I’ve never seen anything like it, even in my studies of wolf mutations.” “Did you preserve any samples?”

He had adopted him early in life and groomed him to become what he was now, if Mr Potter could take that stand against him, the only possible explanation was that he found out about their planned revolt. Edward became agitated. It was never his fault that everything turned out that way, if only he hadn’t met “Master”, if only he hadn’t pulled his first trigger. Probably Annabelle, the only woman he could ever love might still be very much alive. Edward suddenly got up on his feet. The judge was surprised, he attempted to restrain him with order but he didn’t seem fazed at all. He just stared into Mr Potter’s face. Suddenly he brought out a gun and aimed it to the older man’s heart, he pulled

I asked nonchalantly. "Because," Eric breathed, his voice heavy with regret and bitterness, "I have gazed into the face of the devil—and it is not you, Jeffery. Edward Richards is going to unleash something apocalyptically evil. If we don't stop it, all that we have ever loved will be nothing but ashes." He released the cuffs with a smooth motion, the metal falling from my wrists with a clatter. I rubbed them, looking at him suspiciously. "Do you expect me to believe that you developed a conscience overnight?"