Emily Swallow Supernatural Novels & Stories

"That witch disappeared somewhere and left us hanging, so we carried on with our plan." Emma awoke from the trance as I released the magic that forced others to confess the truth. The books Emily brought from the witch coven guided me in learning the powers of the first she-wolf. "Did you record everything?" I asked Yuri, to which he nodded. "I should kill you," Emily hissed, shifting into a half-wolf transformation, her tears and anger mingling. "I thought you were my friend, but you turned into a monster who ruined lives for power," Emily growled.

" Gabriel touched both of Emily's cheek then he moved forward to kiss her lips gently. ****** Emily clenched her fist, ready to do something crazy that might cost her safety. She walked out her room and went straight to the garden. She sat on the bench near Gabriel window. From above Gabriel looked at her worried. Emily looked back at Gabriel and winked one of her eyes, signaling that everything was okay. She waited for someone to be around her before she started her mission. As if nature was on her side, suddenly Lucy and Eve walked side by side, heading to the kitchen. Emily took out the knife from her jacket, then she started to cry loudly while pointed and knife at her belly. I don't wan

“I’d really like to see this book, Emma.” She doesn’t say anything for a minute. “Hilda has it and has kept it from the rest of us for sometime now. It’s locked away in her room.” Suspicious. Great another thing, another secret to dig up. “Okay, go on with the reading.” Emma turns the cup in her hands again and for some reason I feel the urge to put my hands over her hands. It's almost like I’m being guided to do this. Emma looks me in the eyes. I can feel the breeze again. This breeze isn’t cold, it's just hanging in the air around us. Emma’s eyes begin to burn a bright red and she opens her mouth. The voice that comes out is not Emma's, it's the whispers, the group of spirits I hear in my

The sound of the object falling was followed by a groan of pain. "Are you really Calvin?" Emily said while pushing the mosquito netting that covered Calvin below. Seeing Calvin wriggling only made her rush to get off the bed. "I thought you were a forest spirit or a guardian spirit, and you came here like some supernatural being," Emily muttered as she helped Calvin get up.

“And one more thing, I saw a girl I knew from California tonight, but because I was feasting on the bunny, she didn't recognize me." "What? Who?" Sylvester asked. "Her name is Miranda Whitmore. I saw her walking alone on the rogue feeding grounds. I spoke to her for a minute, but she didn't seem to recognize me, but then the Vanderwolf boy showed up in wolf form. I ran off before anything bad happened." "Thank you for telling me this, Stanley. Now go and get cleaned up." "OK Father," Stanley answered. "But there was one thing that I didn't quite understand."

And it was a better death, he reasoned as her heart slowed, than the zombies would give her. “The enhance our powers,” Ember explained to Heath as she rose gingerly to her feet and opened her wings again. “I am alright, my love. The headache is receding,” she said as Samuel protested. “I will take to the air and see if I can find the Emissary. If she escaped on foot, she cannot be far.” (Rhett) Rhett dropped the witch he was holding. “Aislen!” He said out loud, his eyes going to Heath. His blonde mate rose to his feet. “Aislen! I can hear you! We’re at the MegaStore. Where are you? You can’t be far.”

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

I breathed deeply, frustrated as I had pushed that part of life away when my daughter was born and was not looking forward to re-opening old wounds. I remembered the purse. Giving Emma a tight squeeze before collecting it with one hand so as not to disturb her. I closed my eyes and spoke a prayer to the Moon Goddess. That be her mother human or something else, her spirit would find rest. My heartfelt heavy for Emma, images of my own child running through my mind. I couldn’t help but make comparisons between the two. Whatever had happened here I would protect Emma, I would cherish her as if she were my own. I gently laid little Emma down on the grass, sitting next to her I went through the pu

The wendigo’s black tongue curved over its teeth, hunger the only spark in the void filling its eyes. One wave of the creature’s arm and the window around him closed. The force of the storm entered through the hole and reached for her by degrees, tugging at her. It’s just playing with me. I can’t beat this thing and walk away. No matter what I do, I’m fucked. Emma looked at the bomb in her hand. Goddamn it all! Setting her jaw, she pulled a match from the box in her pocket and cupped it under her hand.