Michael Corvin Novels & Stories

“…I’ve just heard a lot about you, my dear…I’ve never seen my son so animated.” “Ah…thank you?” She wasn’t sure. Cillian appraised her as Cory stood close to her chair, hovering. “You’re a real Helen of Troy…” “Ah…” Quinn frowned not understanding. “I just hope New York doesn’t burn for you as Try did for Helen’s misdeeds…” Cillian turned away, met Michael’s eyes for a moment then walked back to his seat. Michael coughed and took a swallow of wine before tidying his suit. He frowned down at Cory and Quinn as Cory dropped back into his seat before turning away to go and start proceedings with his opening speech.

Michael had heard rumors about him and had seen his pictures. He idolized Thomas Carson. Thomas was Dustin’s subordinate! Michael’s face twisted in shock, and his mind went blank. He was at a loss for words. “Your uncle is the King of Hades’s Secret Guard,” George said softly.

Damon appeared at my shoulder without my hearing him approach, a skill he'd apparently never lost despite everything else that had changed between us. "That's the Ashfall delegation," he said quietly, nodding toward the largest group, a dozen wolves, disciplined, moving in a formation that looked more military than diplomatic. At the center of them, unmistakably, a man who could only be Corvin. Even from this distance he carried himself like someone who'd never once doubted his own authority in a room, older than I'd pictured, silver threading through dark hair, moving with the unhurried patience of a man who'd learned long ago that rushing rarely won anything worth having. My chest went tig

“You may convey that to your father. You are dismissed, General. Return to your province at once.” Corvin stood slowly, bowing again with that same mocking politeness. “As you command, Your Majesty. I look forward to the ball. It is always such a… productive night.” He turned and left the room, his heavy footsteps echoing until the doors closed behind him. Lucien was on his feet the second the doors shut, his voice low and furious. “I told you sending him away was not enough. He should have been executed for what he did, family power be damned. The man is a monster, Dante. He rapes and kills without a single care, and now he is here asking about the ball like he has any right to stand in the

Michael replied as I brought out the contents of the envelope. My eyes started going through them, and my brain, read the letters, making meaning out of them like my life depended on it. "So Ariana had a great-grandfather who was a hybrid. And she is from the bloodline of Alexander Cornelius's third son, Michael Corvin," I said out loud. "Everything makes sense now. Why she was able to connect with Sapphira and shift into a wolf even though Sapphira was like a shadow," I said.

Donatello smiled, kissing the crown of my head as he did “she gave me you, Nathan. I know it doesn’t make sense now, and you might say that I could have told you that earlier. Yes, maybe I could and should have, but I am proud of the man that you have become Nathan…” “I am proud of you, Nathan Kozlov”

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

Conor didn’t look happy as he was speaking to the man. I turned back to Bart and Joanne to ask who Conor was speaking to. “That’s Michael. He is Conor’s younger brother and second in line to the Zargan Crown. Whatever you do, make sure to never catch yourself alone with him Karen. He is extremely dangerous. He is on par with King Zachary when it comes to being vicious and cruel. He won't hesitate to hurt you.” Bart explained seriously. “He is perfectly fine hurting anyone he wants.” That’s terrifying.

“What do you mean?” “About 2 years after she had visited, we were invited to attend an Alpha crowning ceremony at the Red Stone pack. It was a small pack just a few hours away and unless there is a good reason an Alpha never refuses to go so I went with Tony, Cole, Ryan, my brothers, and several guards. Anyway, at the ceremony Tony met his mate Opal. She was so small and reminded me of a pixie fairy, the kind you see in children’s cartoons and Tony was instantly in love so much so that they mated and marked that very night. Since Tony had met his mate and she was the now Alpha's sister we were invited to stay the night and I knew Tony wanted to so we all stayed, there’s no way we would have

Lyra's POV His name was Corvin. Soren found that out within an hour of Thorian's call and what he found alongside the name was considerably more unsettling than the name itself. Corvin had been on the council's investigative division for three years. He had been placed there by Aldric before Aldric's removal. He had survived Aldric's fall by being careful enough and peripheral enough to escape the formal censure. And for the past four months he had been filing quiet internal reports about the Hybrid Alliance that were technically within his council mandate and practically speaking were building a case for something.