Michael Corvin Novels & Stories

Tears glistened from her eyes as she looked at Stephen. "We would like to know why did you convict our friend Andrei." said the oldest noble. He had a long beard and he stood directly in front of Stephen's father. Stephen recognized him as Mihai Kornis, the most reputed noble. "I punished a criminal and my decision is final." said the King. "We had different respect before you laid down new rules and now you are killing one of us. We cannot let go of this." said a young noble, who stood quite close to his mother.

“A man found me. Corvin. He offered to rebuild everything I lost if I gave him information about Elena. I told myself it was harmless. It wasn’t. He used what I gave him to find her family. To threaten them.” Sloane’s face went pale. “That’s how he knew where to send his people that night.” “Yes.” “Trent.” Her voice cracked. “People could have died because of that.” “I know.” I made myself keep looking at her instead of the ground. “I told Xander and Elena already. Weeks ago, when they came to Finnveil asking what I knew. I confessed everything.” “Then why are you telling me now?” “Because he wants more from me,” I said. “Corvin. He’s been sending messages. Small things at first, then bigger

Adrian calmly said, "There’s no need for such formality." Michael raised his head to look at Adrian, his eyes filled with respect. "I am Michael Wagner, the second prince of Ciawales. Sir Adrian, your kindness toward my sister makes me feel deeply guilty. As her brother, I failed to protect her." He spoke with a sense of regret, knowing that he hadn’t been able to protect Renee as he should have.

His surprise was evident, but he accepted it with a gentle nod, savouring the sweetness of the moment. In that simple exchange, a silent understanding passed between them, a quiet acknowledgment of their growing bond and the depth of their connection. And as they shared the chocolates, each bite was infused with a sweetness that went beyond the confection itself, a symbol of their newfound love and the promise of a future filled with happiness and joy. *** Later, Donovan began to drive them back to the fraternity house. "Boma, your dad called. Permanent Secretaries have been appointed. Your dad is among and the swearing in ceremony is on Monday. There will be a dinner party in the evening. W

and I offered to go with him because it would get messy. ******* Corvin I moved back to Dartmouth about two weeks ago after my mother finally told me who my father was and I wanted to get to know him. I wasn't angry because I knew from a young age the trouble she had in hiding from Roman and keeping out of his way, I never knew until after the Valmores revealed themselves, to be the ones that Roman killed to gain power. This is when she broke down and started crying, she was happy he was alive, he was her first love besides my stepfather who was her fated mate, she told us the truth and I was shocked but excited to meet him. I just had to stay out of the war and build the courage to meet him

I walk over to where Michael is sitting and look down at him. I thought that I would see a smirk or smile on his face since he has some problems and wants to take everything that is mine. What I find is a man broken. He has regret all over his face and tears stream down his eyes. How could a man that is capable of that brutality be able to show this kind of emotion. “This man is the one who not only beat Cora but also savagely raped her in the records room. Michael had made statements before that there was someone who he was working for that wanted to cause problems for us. His mate Megan said the same. Guards, please bring her here.”

I just needed to give Vincenzo the report from the day's search, and I could go back to my room and dream of the night Lucia died. I opened the door and walked in. I heard Roberta gasp as soon as I came in. “Manuel is here now”, she announced. I immediately noticed that Roberta was trying to get off the floor with Vincenzo’s help. They had three more men in their company. As I got closer, I realised that the first man was the one I had assigned to take care of any security-related emergencies or issues that I would not be available to attend to. The other two were members of Vincenzo's council. One of them was his Chief Advisor, while the other was in charge of External Relations.

he sat down on a chair. "You should have seen this place. It looked like an asylum. I thought we were being attacked." "And the one guard at the gate?" I saw a guard when we drove in. "Mike. Apparently, he is still recovering from a bad stomach bug. At the time she was passing around the cookies, he gently refused to take anything in." "Lucky bastard," I murmured. "When everyone started acting strangely, he alerted me." "But how did you know it was Isabella?" I asked him. If it was not so serious, I would be laughing my head off at that little vixen.

Eleanor curses harshly under his breath in Italian, "Should better know when to stop." "I agree with Lincoln." Logan appears from behind with a drink in his hand. "The guys will take care of this one." The smug bastard smirks and hands me the glass, making me ground my teeth as him pulling me to his side after swatting Eleanor's hand away from my shoulder. "You should go to her side and save her day before others ruin it for both of you." Glancing at Logan, Eleanor warns him, "Don't let him drink too much." And then he stalks off, leaving me pissed and sulking.

The stillness of someone managing information they already had. I’d known. I’d known for months. What I hadn’t had was proof. Until three days ago. His name was Corvin. He was sixty years old, a former Evergreen pack merchant who had been captured in the initial invasion sweep and had spent the intervening months in one of Redmoon’s outer holding settlements — not a prison exactly, more a managed community of displaced wolves who posed no military threat and were being held primarily because releasing them risked them carrying information back to other packs.