Edward Elrick Novels & Stories

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

“All the kids at school get sick sometimes.” “And you don’t?” “No.” He shrugged. “I thought I was just lucky.” Damian’s chest tightened. Lucky. That wasn’t the word he would have used. His phone buzzed again. Another message from Dr. Hale. Edward Blackwood knew the experiment would change the world. That’s why he funded it secretly. Evelyn looked at Damian. “Your father.” “Yes.” Another message appeared. But Edward also knew something else. Damian frowned. “What?” The next line appeared slowly.

“So, Conrad is evil and although he’s paying you to kill me you’re going to kill him.” “Yes, his time’s up anyway,” I said and then opened my mind. ‘Ulfr Banamaðr.’ He was intelligent enough to know what that meant. “Why are you telling me this?” He asked. “It was also Conrad Baugarten that hired Gustav Merrick to kill John Whitcombe,” I said to him. “How do you know that? You’re what twenty-four at most? John died fifteen years ago,” he said. “I wasn’t always like this, Malachi, I used to be normal. Gustav Merrick always requires a signed contract,” I said and walked towards the window where he had found me earlier. “I’m twenty-two.” I picked the envelope up and handed it to him.

"What if we decided to kill you here and erase any traces of you from the world?" Edrick's eyes widened momentarily before he regained his composure. "You can't do that. I might be a bit cowardly, but I have valuable information that is crucial for you all," he said confidently, his tone firm despite the situation. "You mentioned that Elijah joined forces with someone," I interjected, trying to piece together the puzzle. "Yeah, he teamed up with Cyrus," Edrick confirmed. "But he declined later," I said, noticing Edrick's surprise. Edrick's eyebrows shot up. "Do you all eavesdrop at my house?" he asked incredulously.

She could see the spires of Daven’s fortress in the distance, stabbing up into the cloudy night like jagged teeth. To the rest of the world, she was just another wandering hedge-witch—a scavenger, a shadow. But in truth, she had once stood beside royalty. Her father, Elandor Aelric, was a Master of the Old Script, keeper of the forgotten laws of nature and death. A pacifist. A scholar. A man whose mind was filled with wonder, not war. He had believed knowledge was to be preserved, not weaponized. And Daven—his own blood—had murdered him for it.

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared in a blink of an eye, the deputy supreme leader and the fulcrum Elders looked towards the distance he has disappeared to, and their hearts trembled in anticipation. “I can't wait to end the legend of the Edward family, my exploit will be told year after year” the deputy Supreme Leader boasted. The Fulcrum Elders also have the same thoughts, but they were too afraid to express them, the Edward family have been an existence beyond their reach, but they are now going to trample over a mountain that has stood sturdily over the years. Lycan grabbed his chest, his face grimacing, “Mr. Lycan, are you alright? You are not looking too great, what is

He asked through his iPad. "You are making expensive jokes Edward. And why would you even make jokes like that?". I asked while pouting my lips. "I'm serious Cecelia". Edward typed before pausing for a while. "The main reason why I'm unable to talk is because of a witch. My Ex-girlfriend is a witch and she was so nice. She had always proven to my parents that witches aren't as bad as they seem…… but not until the faithful day that she attacked me from her coven. I was kidnapped and was surrounded by witches. I had no other escape because I wasn't as cold and deadly back then. I was threatened and toured. They need me to sign a suicide note because witches are true-blooded-blooded

“Who was he? Why didn’t I remember him?” She sighs and turns, seeming to scan the scenery before looking back at me and saying softly, “Eldridge was a member of the witches and warlocks council. However, around the time your mother died in the witch trials, he showed his true colours, showing that he wasn’t a pure-blooded magick but a vampire mix. Due to this, he was kicked off the council, but he managed to keep all his connections. I came across him once after your mother's death and realised that he was using his vampire to get close to young witches. He was using his vampire to bind them to him, and then he would siphon their magicks as he drank their blood.”

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

I don't even have the energy to talk. "Step away from her" another voice commands and they all obey. I look and see our Servant supervisor approaching. She's a very kind middle aged woman who everyone looks up to around here. "What's wrong child?" she asks as she stands before me. Without uttering a word, I stretch forward my left hand and when she notices the burn at the back of my palm, her eyes widen in shock. "How did you get burned?" "I… I… made a cup of tea for Ella and whilst handing it over to her, she made it spill on both our hands and made it seem like I did. Alpha Elijah was so mad at me"