Mary Campbell Supernatural Novels & Stories

Am I like that before? "They helped us to move forward, so why should I ignore them? Besides, I'm a changed man," I said to her, and she smiled at me, which made me happy. Finally! I finally saw that smile again. I finally saw the source of my strength, her smile. "Oh, Danrious, where are you off to?" Miss Tenny asked the one living at the far end of the apartment building on the first floor. She's a mortal and a widowed woman. Her husband was a vampire, and they have a child who's a dhampir.

It was as if he were imploring her to wake up, or else trying to wake something up inside her. This went on for a long time, and soon Amba's belly began to bleed, which frightened the men. Because she bled as a living person, as if there were a heart beating inside her. But I knew this could not be. I had been with Amba when she died and sat beside her body for a long time afterward, and not once, even faintly, had she drawn in a breath. I was not tempted to run to her. Not for a moment did I believe the priest had brought her back to life. Indeed, I was tempted to flee back to my mother, who surely must have been wondering where I was. Especially when a dark cloud went over the moon and a h

This is not you; you don’t get flustered. I opened the door and sat beside a vacant space beside Eve. “Where’s Royce?” she asked. I was about to answer when the door flew open and in walked Royce with a gray under armor tank top. “Here.” He proceeded to sit next to me. Master Zorylle cleared his throat. “There has been news of supernatural activity in an abandoned church for the past few years. Though no one has had the courage to go inside the church, witnesses have reported supernatural sightings.”

It’s too big, too hot. Campbell and Jordy both run to help her, Diego covering their backs as more wolves surround us. But again, Ivan uses his ungodly speed and is between them and Becca in a blink of an eye. First, he grabs Campbell, lifting him into the air and throwing him into the packhouse wall. Campbell lands awkwardly and I hear a loud snap. His head is cocked to the side at an odd angle, his eyes wide and vacant. He’s dead.

Remember Maze was tipsy and was not really in control of his faculties and reflexes and he fell unconscious not long after'. 'Why do you think that they attacked you?' 'Well I wouldn't know but being in custody for a crime I did not commit, I have had time to consider that question and I came up with the deduction that Campbell must have been trying to avenge the supposed wrong I had done her by getting her pregnant and abandoning her, the same story she had been throwing around'. 'But if that is the case, how did she end up with a bullet wound on the head?'

Alaric was upset with the deal Adna proposed to him. Not that his blood wasn't weak to perform necromancing but he had no one to teach him. Alaric was sitting in his office, with his head in his hands. Behind the wall hangs a portrait of a woman. She was no other than the famous Zara Knight, Alaric's mother. Below the portrait, there was a wooden decor where all the trophies were placed. It was from her mother, she was a vampire hunter. She hunted more than hundred of rogue vampires who were supposedly a threat to the entire community.

She saw her mouth moved and spoke her name in the wind. It's like the world stopped and frozen in time. She saw the Reapers advanced and her mother broke the circle, dropping her torched and dashed toward her. The Reaper was fast but Maria moved faster like the speed of light; her hands glowing like the sun. Before the monster could lunge at Serra, her mother stood in front of her, covering her from behind and lift her glowing hand sending a beam of bright light into the monster's face. The Reaper staggered back, blinded and growling in pain. Suddenly, all the Reapers hissed back and slithered away and out of the village, leaving a trail of dust and death in the wind. Everybody fell silent.

"Especially within the Council. Not everyone is pleased about the prophecy's fulfillment." With that cryptic warning, the Councilors departed, leaving the three of them alone with Mendoza. The Captain sighed, suddenly looking more like an exhausted cop than a supernatural authority figure. "Listen, off the record," he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, "watch your backs on this one. The Sparrow doesn't just kill for money—they kill for power. Whoever's pulling their strings has serious supernatural juice." "Any suspects?" Rick asked. "Several dozen," Mendoza replied grimly. "The supernatural community is as fractured as human politics, with twice the grudges and ten times the lifesp

“There’s a patch in the woods of dead trees and plants. And there’s sulfur in the dirt. And a quick internet search tells me that a similar situation happened in the same area the first witch died.” “I’ll have the Council alerted. Stay safe, Callie. Keep your familiars close.” “You too.” I end the call and turn the volume up on the TV. “You married a poltergeist?” Lucas asks, raising an eyebrow. Right. Vampires have good hearing. He could hear our entire conversation. “Not legally. I had him think we were getting married, so he’d release the women he kidnapped and locked in a basement.” “Just when I think you can’t surprise me anymore.” He shakes his head and reaches for me, snagging my wris

This was probably a good thing, I had so much I wanted to say to him, but I needed time to organize my thoughts. My phone began to ring in my pocket, and I scrambled to answer it before it made too much noise. I imagine the smallest noises wake Joseph because of his vampire hearing, and I forgot to silence my phone this morning. “Hello?” I said into the phone. It was an unknown number. “Yes, hello. Is this Tessa Campbell?” A woman asked on the other end of the phone. “Yes, speaking.” “Oh, hello Miss Campbell. My name is Kimberly Allen. A publisher for Fable Online Magazine. How are you doing this afternoon?”