Novelas y relatos de Emily Swallow Supernatural

“For now, trust that ye have no need for partner swapping to protect the lass. Just stay close to her, Edwin, my boy, and all will be well.” “Show thyself,” Agatha roared as she lit the candle with a flip of her magical wrist. “Show thyself, demon!” “I am no demon, witch. I am a spirit and I shall show myself when I am good and ready,” the voice said, its words echoing off the walls. “Now, witch, if ye would, I should appreciate it if thee and thy friend would give my great, great, great, great grandson the privacy he requires to connect his energy with his lady and form the bond.”

Others had joined later from neighboring supernatural communities destroyed by the agency over the years. Emily noticed the difference immediately. The people looked at her with curiosity first. Then warmth. Many already knew who she was. The fae survivor. Damien’s mate. One of the stolen children who survived. Nobody looked at her like a weapon. That still felt strange. At one point, Reid rested one hand against Damien’s shoulder while gesturing toward Emily nearby. “You chose well.” Damien looked toward her instinctively. Emily was helping one of the smaller children fix a torn blanket while Sophia sat beside her talking excitedly.

When he hadn't shown up the next morning after their return, a little doubt began to trickle in and she shoved it aside and busied herself with speaking to Jacqueline and filling herself with everything that had happened. When that was over she stared listlessly at her father's spell book before an idea lit up in her head. After several tries, she was able to create a bond that allowed her to be in superposition at the Scarlet coven. It was like a pathway or portal that led her back to them. Emily had promised them earlier on that she would visit regularly and since she was far away in Brighton, she decided it was best to create the bond that'll serve as her pathway to them.

“The world… the Abyss… Lena… none of it matters if you’re lost. Control it, Emily. Bend it. Don’t let it bend you.” But I could feel Lena’s ritual unraveling reality, tendrils of the Void piercing the sky, tearing holes in the world. The Celestial General swooped above, wings spreading like a storm, light clashing against shadow. Their alliance with Lena had created a crucible where the entire supernatural plane teetered on collapse. And in the center of it all, I was the eye of the storm, trembling with unbearable potential. The Abyss spoke, soft and seductive, curling around my thoughts. The world cannot bind you, Emily. Rule it. Let go of the light that binds you. Become what you were alw

"Her salary isn't even eight grand a month, yet she can casually throw out a million dollars in hush money. Where did the money come from?" I wiped down the autopsy table while bloody water flowed into the drain. Summer lowered her voice. "The department has always suspected she takes private jobs. "There have been several wealthy people in the city who died under suspicious circumstances. The cases were wrapped up too cleanly, too. "Some people say she's a professional cleaner. She helps powerful people deal with problems and turns them into accidents or suicides. "But she's never left any evidence behind." "Then go investigate. "Keep an eye on Emma. Something's definitely going to happen t

It was as if memories and emotions took shape, converging into a spectral figure—an ethereal manifestation of her mother's soul. With tearful eyes and a heart brimming with emotions, Emily gazed upon the apparition of her mother. They communicated through a language beyond words—a profound exchange of love, understanding, and guidance. Her mother's presence reassured her, instilling a sense of purpose and a deepened connection to her vampire lineage.

She said, and my jaw dropped slightly, before smiling. She sure had good taste in men, but how could she love him since Kindergarten? Did she know he was her mate since then? Ah, there's nothing like mates in the human world, right? “That's why I'm telling you that I'm not Keira. Do you believe in myths, folklore, or what do you people call it? Supernatural beings.” Emily suddenly freaked out, stepping back. “What's your reaction?” I asked. “My horoscope said a supernatural event would shake my life! Wait… let me check.” She took out her phone, and sat next to me on the bed, “Look at this. Here.”

"Tell me." "I saw you transform into a powerful creature and wrecked hell on our kind," Emma explained while staring into space, remembering what she had seen. "It was a Salsa. A wolf of destruction believed to be extinct. I have only read about them in books and seen pictures." Eleanor was not a monster and she never would be. "How often do you go into trances?" "Rarely." "Then I think you might be mistaken. I am none of those things you described."

But the blow shook her arm. Her expression sharpened. “Very well,” she muttered. “No more games.” Gabriel lunged toward Emily again. Emily’s breath froze. She couldn’t move. Her ribs screamed with every attempt. Her vision blurred as her body slumped sideways. Not from injury— From the power vibrating through the chamber. From Gabriel’s presence. From the prophecy in her blood reacting to the monsters around her. “Emily—!” Adrian sprinted toward her. Gabriel reached her first. His clawed hand wrapped around her upper arm, yanking her off the ground like she weighed nothing. Emily choked, legs dangling as Gabriel lifted her.