Michael Corvin Novels & Stories

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

A little question mark icon hovered beside ENTERTAINMENT VALUE, as if the system was still calibrating just how much spectacle it could wring out of me. Corvin’s profile followed: CORVIN VANCE – ESCORT CLASS, HIGH SURVIVAL RATE, PRIOR KEY AUTHOR ASSOCIATION Under ENTERTAINMENT VALUE, his bar was already nearly full. Jax’s card spun up after: JAX “SML” MARTIN, STRATEGIC SUPPORT, HACKER TENDENCIES FLAGGED His ENTERTAINMENT VALUE bar flickered, undecided, like the system hadn’t yet made up its mind how fun it was when he mouthed off.

“He’s trying to save himself.” Corvin barked a raw broken laugh. “From you?” He twisted as though trying to drag himself toward Finn through sheer hatred alone. “You sent him to hunt me. Him.” He jerked his head in my direction. “Promised me this fucker would walk into my trap, then sent him after me the moment I stepped out with one cripple to cover my fucking back.” That had some of them looking at Finn properly then. Not as victorious returner. Not even as suspect yet. Looking the way wolves do when an old familiar scent has suddenly gone sour and they are trying to work out how long it has been rotting under their noses without them naming it.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

Ronan glances at me, his shoulders slump and he whispers something so quietly, I don’t catch a single word. Frustrated, I grab his throat and press his back against the wall. I’m not hurting him, just restraining him and showing how serious about my questions I am. His eyes widen twice the size as he blurts out, “Michael is from the Deadfang pack, a very respected member in fact. He’s a high profile doctor, used to be a professor at Ravencrest. And... he’s a close friend with Deadfang’s Alpha too.” Ronan adds the last statement in a whisper.

I muttered, sliding the paper closer to Williams's coffee cup. Williams leaned his forearms on the wood, his eyes scanning the frame. "Who is the man beside her shoulder?" "His name is Corvin," Cain answered, pointing a thick index finger at the tall wolf in the dark coat. "He is on your uncle's confession list as a secondary contact. He is a facilitator." "The kind of wolf who moved information and money between parties without appearing in any official record," I mentioned, looking up at Cain's flat face. "Yes," Cain confirmed, pulling a thin folder from under his arm. "I have a partial file on him. His last known location was two territories south about six months ago. Now he is standing

I can’t help but ask him with a hit of concern in the tone of my voice. "Something strange just happened today, mate. Remember when I told you that aside from Lincoln and Fabian, I also have two more vampire brothers? Their names were Guzman and Polo, and for some unknown reason, we find their coffins inside our mother's coven. I thought our mother doesn't want the original vampires roaming around that's why she created the white oak stake to paralyze their body." Michael said and for some inexplicable reason, I can feel my heart beating so fast upon hearing the story about his other vampire brothers.

The kind of voice that smiled even when it shouldn’t. Kaelen turned slightly, his expression schooled. “You’re not exactly where I expected a guest to wander at midnight.” Corvin chuckled, stepping into the moonlight. “I couldn’t sleep. Too many secrets in this place. They hum through the walls.” Kaelen’s jaw tightened. “You came all the way from the Northern Peaks to study architecture?” “No,” Corvin said simply. “I came to study power.” His gaze flicked to Kaelen, sharp and assessing. “And you interest me.”

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.

“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