Mary Campbell Supernatural Novels & Stories

In fact, he had no grudge against all races in general, except for the Boleyn. "Hmm?" Balan glanced back in exchange for a disgruntled squeal from Eden ("Watch out for them to see me!"). Boleyn was an extremely excellent coven, especially in the field of enchantment. Eden broke a love spell belonging to Anna - the sweet daughter of Supreme in Coven Boleyn and the first in this generation to have a wand. Then all of them started to tend to stalk and quarrel with him. "Have not they stopped yet?" Balan twitched his lips, clearly holding back a laugh.

"Sarah Thompson." Beth gasped. "Not Sarah Campbell?" Rosemary shook her head. "No, Thompson. Why?" But Jake was looking at Rosemary with recognition now too. "Wait, I remember my grandmother telling me about a Campbell she-wolf who disappeared twenty years ago. She was pregnant and her family thought she was killed by rogues." Beth nodded eagerly. "Sarah Campbell was the most powerful witch in our region. If she had a daughter and suppressed that daughter's abilities..." "Then I would be half witch, half werewolf," Rosemary finished quietly.

Lady Susan, her beauty as mesmerizing as it was deadly, moved with an otherworldly grace, her attacks laced with a supernatural power. The battle raged on, the forest floor becoming a battleground of epic proportions. The Silver Paw clans, despite their valor, were slowly overwhelmed by the sheer power of the Supreme God Destroyers. Mary Jane, her body battered and bruised, fought on with unwavering determination, her spirit refusing to yield. Alfred, his strength waning, fought with a renewed ferocity, his every move a desperate attempt to protect his clan.

But he’d just held me like I was something fragile something he didn’t want to break but might anyway. I stumbled back to my room, still shaking. •••••••••••• I couldn’t paint. I tried. My hands trembled too much. Every brushstroke ended up blurred or messy, colors blending into each other like the thoughts in my head. I sat in front of the canvas and stared, trying not to think about the burn in Silas’s voice or the haunted look in his eyes. What was he hiding? And who was that woman? The one in the black dress and red hat the one who looked like she stepped out of a vampire noir fantasy. Claire said she was a friend, but something in her eyes screamed danger. Not warmth. Not affection. Som

Caroline keeps calling this a vacation, which only proves that she is unwell. The camp is made up of nine people: three Lycans (Luis, Mattew, and me) and six werewolves. There’s Sarah, the snow-white-haired ice queen with blue eyes and a demeanor so cold, I might get frostbite standing next to her. Paris, the copper-haired, anxious woman who looks like she’s permanently stuck in a panic attack. Katherine, the honey-toned, sharp-eyed warrior with a stare so judgmental I can feel it burning into my soul. Clo, the troublemaker with mismatched eyes who lives for chaos. Luke, the terrifying scarred giant who could kill me with a look. And Sam, the mahogany-skinned, regal man whose silence somehow

It was a maid, she was trembling as she stared at the Alpha's body. “Y-you… You… Killed the Alpha. Y-you murdered Alpha Cassius…” She stuttered, trying to string her words together, her fingers trembling as she pointed at me. “Shut up or else I'll send you to go join him,” I interrupted her coldly, my eyebrows slightly raised and my whole demeanor screamed of blood. I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs, the maid had alerted them when she shouted. I would've stayed to fend them off given my power as the Vampire Queen but I was just an ordinary omega right now, a blood slave, with no power at all so I chose the easiest way out.

According to the movies I'd watched, vampires were immortal beings who only got killed by the sun or some poisonous plant named vervain. They possessed so many supernatural powers but got very slow and weak if they didn't consume human blood. I stared at this man again and wondered what his problem was. But suddenly, his gasps became louder and his legs became weaker. He slumped on the ground and stopped moving. I felt a teardrop escape from my eye as I rushed to him and knelt down next to him, panicking heavily. I hesitantly shook him but he didn't move. My panic began to rise as I shook him harder but he still didn't move.

He had gotten used to do that when he got assigned to watch over Lara. He walked towards the camp they had been ambushed not long back. He wondered if there is going to be a time like that again. He stopped to observe the graves, the whole lot of the vampires had been dissipated. He walked to Scarlet's grave and lowered himself removing dirty on top. He remembered her smile when she had told him that she was carrying their child. He had spend his time doting on her. Anticipating the feeling if holding a child. It's a pity that the joy was short lived.

Of course, Ember had to leave the supernatural phenomena like shadow vampires that ambushed and hunted them throughout their journey. Ember began the story when she had to ask for Raverine’s help in investigating the death of Nella Jeggins. It turns out that Raverine knew more than the death of Jeggins but the possible masterminds of the shadow killings. “Raverine knew who was with Nella in the restaurant. It was actually her wife, Minly Young,” Ember said. “Minly owns a vape shop and was planning to ‘take a leave’ from her old ways, old life. She wants to live a decent one with Nella so they faked Nella Jeggins' death. An end for a beginning.”

“Killing him will save more lives than it will take.” I take a threatening step toward him just as the tent flaps flip open. “Are we interrupting?” Minister Coltain asks with a smug smile. My blood is still boiling, but I step away from Lucas. I might be able to take him, but now there would be a witness, and I’m surrounded by Lucas’ followers. Minister Coltain holds open the tent flaps for the witch who enters next. Not Selene. Damn it. “Hello,” she says to me. “I’m Marbell. I hear you have a mating spell that’s been cast on you.”