Eldon Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Like she was trying to remember where she would have seen us or where she must know us. But it was as if nothing clicked in her mind. And suddenly, just as fast as she appeared, she chose to disappear. She chose to be elsewhere. I don’t know how to explain it, Damon. I felt a sharp edge twist in my chest. “I thought she was gone,” Sienna said. “I thought she was dead. Everyone knew her to be dead. It was not her being alive that was in front of us, and this is the scariest part of it all. It was something different, something stronger, darker, and now, it is just becoming scarier by the minute, Damon.”

The smell of lemon polish was a part of me, clinging to my clothes, my skin, even my hair, a quiet hum in the background whenever I was inside the Dovewood mansion. It smelled of hard work, of too much money, and of a world that definitely wasn't mine. From the grand hall, I could hear Mom, Elena, humming a soft, off-key tune. Thump, thump, went her duster against a fancy wooden railing. Just another regular Tuesday.

This place felt like it had a soul. “This is… nice,” I whispered. “No,” I corrected myself. “It’s beautiful.” “Do you like it?” Damon asked. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. His eyes locked on mine, steady and serious. “Then it’s yours.” I froze. “What?”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

I anticipated his question and produced my phone, showing him the app I used. “It’s called a drone, Charles,” I replied. “It’s got small cameras and they use it to film or take pictures from the air. Wanna see it?” “Yeah!” Then I opened the SLS app and looked around with it until I caught the sticks of the twins running toward Ted. Ricky covered his mouth, his eyes jumping up and down from my screen to the garden before us. “Charlotte and Charles Blotter. They died in their late seventies, but came back as children.”

That was a maybe…. I was certain about one thing when it came to how I correlated with women, I never text them more than twice and that was for girls I found interesting enough on our first night and would like to have a re-taste after the second time, I already found uninteresting. "So who is she?" Arturo asked. Arturo was a vampire that we found a few weeks ago in the woods. And no, he wasn't a part of the humans we converted to vampires and that is the only thing keeping him alive until this day. The dude was so annoying I wouldn't think twice to snap his neck and have his blood for dinner.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Up until now, he is reluctant to have a state of human blood, he only feeds on animals or ghouls. Dorian, a vampire, is the same old as Elliot. There is nothing much interesting about him aside from the fact that he is the executioner of all the supernaturals that turns their loyalty into betrayal. He also brings katana every time he is going to execute a scrap and shreds them into pieces. No one in the thirteen crowns is fond of him.

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were