Edward Newgate Novels & Stories

Let him try to figure out how a man like me took down his best. He would think twice next time. ~~~ Emon Back at his penthouse, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, phone still in hand, staring out into the early morning gloom. My assistant had gone quiet on the other end. Marcus had sent the report: three men dead. One still barely breathing. All returned like gifts in a bloodied SUV. No evidence. No witnesses. Just Edward’s name whispered in warning. The same Edward who lived in a worn-down cottage on the edge of the university. The same one who baked bread, who wore glasses and taught physics as if he was a clueless old man.

“You do.” “No,” she whispered. “I don’t think I do.” Silence followed. A cold silence. Then a knock came at the door. Both of them turned. Edward frowned. “It’s past midnight.” He walked to the door, opened it slowly. A maid stood there, holding a white envelope. “Sir, this was dropped at the front gate just now. No name, no return address. The guard found it.” Edward took it, thanked her, and closed the door.

Dangerous. The moment Adrian stepped out of the car, the man spoke. “Mr. Hale.” Adrian looked at him. “I assume you’re expecting us.” The man nodded once. “My name is Edward Clarke.” Ryan stepped out behind them. “Security?” Edward didn’t smile. “Head of security.” Ryan nodded slowly. “Yeah, that makes sense.” Edward gestured toward the mansion doors. “The Rothwell family is waiting.” Emily exchanged a glance with Daniel. “They didn’t make us wait.”

Werewolf High Councilman Edward was pacing in his office impatiently, waiting for a call. They were closing in on the whereabouts of Carson Mathews. He was the only suspect they had in the attack on Alpha Nicholas Williams with magic. Edward lunged at the phone on his desk when it rang. “Hello,” he yelled into the phone. “Councilman, we have him in custody,” the man at the other end of the line told him. “Thank the Goddess, Gavin,” Edward breathed. “Make sure he is secure and transported to the council prison. I will notify everyone we have him. Has he said anything?”

"I followed him from his father's house to a warehouse on the eastern docks, the kind with no sign and no watchman who asks questions. I could not get close enough to hear what was said inside. But I saw who went in, and who came out, and I saw enough through a gap in the shutters to understand the shape of it, even without the words." "What did you see?" "Men unloading crates from a vessel that had no business being at that particular berth at that particular hour. Not sailors. Not merchants. The kind of men who carry themselves like soldiers who've stopped taking orders from anyone respectable." Kesworth's hands, she noticed, were not quite steady around the cup of tea Mrs. Pryce had silen