Jared Salvador Novels & Stories

The room tilted slightly, his vision struggling to stay steady as the pain crowded his senses, overwhelming, and consuming. “Know this, Alyssa gave birth to a boy. And he isn’t yours,” Jairo added coldly. For the first time, Salvatore’s expression changed completely. A choked sound tore from his throat, but it didn’t even feel like his own. Jairo didn't wait to see much and stood up, breathing heavily, blood still dripping from his side, staggering to the door. Salvatore was still whimpering on the floor. His strength drained faster than he could understand, his limbs growing weak, unresponsive. Breathing became a struggle and sound faded next.

he muttered, and my heart clenched in anger. "You do know her more than we do? I wonder how that is possible," Killian muttered, trudging towards him. Salvador's lips stretched into a grin and he tilted his head to the side, the mischief in his eyes spreading. "Guess who helped Jeremy find out her background, my aide," he responded and Killian stopped walking. Salvador sighed and trudged forward with his hand stuck in his pocket. He stopped walking when he got close to us, the grin on his face disappearing.

Salvatore's empire was vast, and every minute they spent in this cabin felt like another step closer to their demise. Sophia had barely slept, her mind constantly racing with the gravity of what they were about to do. The plan Jared had outlined was dangerous, reckless even, but it was the only option they had left. Every instinct in her told her that this was their one chance to take down Salvatore once and for all.

He swallowed, looking back down at Isla. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “She is.” And for the first time in a long time, I saw a glimpse of the boy I once knew. The one who existed before the weight of his title, before the bitterness and pain. For the first time since returning, I saw Damon. Not just the Alpha. Not just the man who had hurt me. And for a fleeting moment, I let myself believe that maybe there was still a part of him that could be saved. A little part of humanity that we could still hold onto…

And for a moment, everyone went quiet. I turned just as the doors opened again. Dominic Salvatore entered first. Alpha. Commanding. Unmistakable. At his side walked Aria Salvatore, his Luna, his wife, and lover… she was also the mother of his child. Her head was held high, her presence effortless, as if she had always belonged at his side. Whispers followed them, some admiring, some resentful. Luna Isobel’s lips thinned. “The woman who was sold as a slave,” she muttered coolly, “now standing as Head Luna. A slave who became the Alpha’s wife.”

said Salvador emotionless. Romero shrugged his shoulders thoughtlessly. “You are right, I just borrow this name shamelessly.” Salvador glanced at Romero who was joining him on the table. “Can’t I see my sister-in-law?” asked Romero in more challenging way of tone, triggering Salvador to throw the glass he was holding. “Don’t you dare talking about my wife to-be here,” Salvador hissed, looked irritated. “When will you stop playing and messing around out there?” Salvador had heard about Romero who played as grim reaper in Denver and killed young girls and caused much terror in Jaxon Bradwood’s territory

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

TYBERIAS' POV (tie-beer-ius) "What have you got?" "Juliana Hernandez: 22 years old, has a 2year old sister, works at Café Rouge, both parents are still alive however her father is unemployed and her mother hasn't visited them in a couple years." "Okay. You can go now." I said to Adams before he scurried off out of my office. I punched the bridge of my nose as I sighed deeply. Ever since I saw Juliana last night, I haven't been able to get her out of my head since and I fùcking hated it.

I knew no good could come from this. "Never raise your voice to my Salvador" Mason snapped, his wolf also controlling his speech. All the wolves gasped as his words, and Brody's eyes bugged as he took a step back in pure shock. I ran a hand down my face in distress, we had let yet another secret spill. "What ... what do you mean Salvador?" Brody asked, his eyes wildly whipping from my face to Mason's and back again. "She's my Salvador" Mason Informed Brody, his wolf still very much in control.

It is rare because witches are always cautious with who they mate. There isn’t much to be told about witches. No one knows much of what they do unless taught by them. Even their locations have been hard to track over the years. I only know of three other hybrid bloodlines that have magic, and we are one of the three … unless more has happened over the last fifteen years. There aren’t many around. “Why don’t we look more into the names Jones gave us a few weeks ago?” Zander asks. “We have been trying to find out who they are, but so far, we have only found one of the three names, James Lucas. He is a forensic scientist. I'm not exactly sure how he will help us, but Jones gave us his name.”