Library Salem Novels & Stories

"You!" Salem said in a sharp voice, pointing a finger directly at Kalista. "You are not supposed to exist. Why have you come here?" Kalista felt fear as Salem marched towards her. How did the witch know what she was? Her heart skipped a bit when Salem suddenly crouched and peered into her eyes. Salem's glittery emerald eyes narrowed at Kalista and at that moment, her eyes fell on the silverhaired man sitting beside her, an amused smile on his face. The look of suspicion vanished instantly, only to be replaced my a look of pleasant surprise and a mile-wide smile.

As our pack’s healer, Tilda, attended to my partner, she stood near by. When witch hunters broke into Celeste’s house and killed her entire family and coven, I saved her just before she died. She vowed to serve me until the day she died, and the pack benefited greatly from her occult skills in voodoo, hoodoo, sacrificial magic, representational magic, and necromancy. With my jaws clenched in rage that a sleeping monster from the abyss would dare to harm my mate, I said, “Speak to me Celeste, who did this?” He knew better than to mess with Dimitri Castellan, and even the devil wouldn’t dare harm what was mine.Celeste said with a terrible sense of concern, “It wasn’t just a demon. It was Saeta

The door opened once more, and Leah entered, smiling at the sight of me. "I was coming to wake you up earlier, but Slim told me to leave you alone," she rolled her eyes, and we both laughed. "I apologize on his behalf," I said, and she laughed too. "You should come join us outside. We're all going to explore the mansion on the beach. Some say it's haunted," she said, intentionally using a spooky tone, and I smiled. "Sure," I replied, surprising her with my reaction. "Do you have a swimsuit?" she asked, and I quickly shook my head.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Corrie was pale and Salem had a sullen look that told me everything was amiss. "S-salem?" I approached him, shifting my gaze between and Corrie. "W-why are you holding Corrie? What are you doing here? I-it's 4am.." I stuttered. I could smell trouble and Salem's expression didn't make me feel any better about the situation. "Hatty.." Salem slurred, not once did he tear his gaze away from Corrie. "Please.." his voice cracked, gnashed with pure misery. It was odd, pitiful, seeing him like this.

Saul called out, his voice sharp and commanding. "These things have you cornered. We’re ending this now." "They aren't things!" I fought the urge to cough, stepping to the edge of the railing. "Saul, call them off! You’re committing murder!" Saul didn't listen. He began to climb, his movements calculated. "You're under the influence of a concentrated pheromone, Eloise. It’s a biological defense. We're clearing the site and taking you to a recovery facility." He never reached the top step.

It's me, Uncle John. Where are our parents? Salem asked. His head dropped. I’m sorry, kiddo, they perished. Please come with me to our settlement. We are mixed, but it is safe. Liam and I growled. he looked confused at us. Two mates? Salem hasn’t found his mates yet; he was getting irritated having only meaningless sex with Jordan and another omega female. So he didn’t know what they were? Interesting. Why are you here exactly? Salem took a step with Emily, mirroring him. I felt their strength, so did he, as his eyes were bulging out of his head.

The final battle was about to begin, and Saelyna was ready to seize their chance at victory. The room pulsated with an otherworldly energy as Saelyna stepped forward, the amulet clasped tightly in her hand. She glanced at Cyran, who continued to engage the witch in a ferocious battle, providing a distraction that allowed her to concentrate on her task. His snarls echoed through the chamber, fueling her determination. Saelyna’s mind focused on the incantation she had discovered in the ancient tome. She recited the words silently, feeling the power surge within her. With each verse, her confidence grew, and her connection to the mystical forces strengthened.

Every small movement pulled him in deeper. But before he could say more— A shadow stepped into the tent. The air shifted again, thick with power. Amarok’s head turned slowly, his muscles tensing. Tara looked too, her body going still. The scent hit them first. Then the gaze. Strong and piercing. Salem. He stood at the entrance of the tent, his dark eyes locked on his mates— on Amarok and on Tara. His chest rose and fell, slow, controlled—but his wolf was awake. The air vibrated with it.

Garin asked. “It’s a special relic that holds Summum’s power in it; the power to conceal yourself. It’s how he was able to conceal himself from Verum’s eyes despite his omnipresence and it’s also how Nephalems have remained hidden for thousands of years without Verum, Lucifer or any other Celestial finding out about us while we came to the Earth,” Cleo said, “With this, we’ll be able to enter Salem undetected by any other Nephalem that might be there.” “What if they still manage to detect us?” Garin asked.