Michael Clifford Novels & Stories

“We will send someone who can trace the source of the spell. At the very least, they should be able to clear your land for you. I turned sharply to Clive. If he had people who could do it, why are we here? Why didn't he have this man track down the spells against me? He didn't seem to notice my unspoken rebuke, but he found my knee under the table with his hand. A quick pat as a sign that we'll talk later. “Thank you,” Hollis said. "Since you said you didn't know that Michael had a child, I was wondering if you heard anything about Michael or his wife?" Clive leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and looked around at the group of wolves. Since we all had supernaturally sensitive hearing, our vo

Cliff left the healer’s cabin and the smelly sickroom. His throat was still bandaged, but he could mostly speak now. As he trudged to the packhouse in search of Ivory and his chance at taking this pack from Kilburn. Cliff didn’t know who he hated more right now. Kilburn for threatening to take any chance of him becoming Alpha here or McDonnell for putting him through the ringer for the honour of some pathetic, weak omega. She wasn’t even pretty or smart. The twit had nothing much going for her.

I never imagined her idea of forever would be so short. No one came to help, so I dragged myself up the cliffside again and again in desperation. It got darker. The wound from the boulder earlier seemed infected now. The pain blurred my vision. I broke down and called Vanessa over and over, begging her to save me. No one answered. Just when I thought all hope was lost, the call finally connected. "Vanessa, please, I'm begging you to help me..." What came through the line was the sound of heavy breathing.

Jeffrey, feeling a bit at a loss with Liam's indifference, went on, "That Clifford guy Karpos was talking about? You might not know him, but he's the big fish when it comes to the shady side of this town, and Karpos is just one of his guys. "And get this—Clifford's also the local arms dealer, packing enough heavy artillery to make anyone think twice. Even the military here tends to tread lightly around him." While the rest of the group in the private room turned pale at the news, Liam, Cirocco, and Calum remained as cool as cucumbers. With a scoff, Liam said, "Heavy artillery? If Clifford's got a death wish, he knows where to find me!"