Michael Corvin Novels & Stories

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.

I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to show anything emotion to her statement. An older man chuckled from the far end of the table — grey-bearded amd sharp-eyes. “A mouse maybe,” he said, “but even a mouse can find her claws if cornered. My son could help with that. He needs a woman with a little… softness.” My eyes widened slightly, unsure how to respond. “Thank you, uh…” “Master Corvin,” he said with a faint smirk. “You can call me Corvin.” Matron Valeria clasped her hands together. “Let’s begin.”

The smell of betrayal clung to him like his stupid, unwrinkled robe. And then there was Varen, leaning on a fractured pillar with all the lazy arrogance of a wolf who’d already won the war. “Go on,” I rasped, glaring at both of them. “How long have you been planning this little parade?” Corvin gave a low chuckle and shook his head, his silver hair gleaming in the firelight. “Long enough to know you were never meant to lead. You were always sentimental, Dominic. Soft in all the wrong places.”

Lucian's confused yet anger filled eyes looked up at Mike then back at me. "Lucian, he is Mike..The Coven Prince, he helped me to get back here" I explained to prevent Lucian from reacting harshly towards Mike at the fact of him being a Vampire. Lucian nodded but his dark gaze stayed locked at our hands.I tried to get rid of Mike's grip upon sensing Lucian's jealousy but he had already stepped forward and stood in front of Mike before grabbing his wrist and forcing him to release my wrist.

"You did not mention reinforcements." "I did not know the full number myself," Corvin said, and though his voice stayed steady, I could see the fine tremor in his hands, the cost of maintaining a lie this long finally catching up with him. "I told you guardians were coming. I never claimed they would come alone."

Someone influential enough to have ties with the Elder council, someone who had been pulling Camille’s strings for at least as long as Ava had been part of this pack, maybe even longer. “Corwin,” I said slowly, the realization hitting me like a cold wave. “He’s on the council. He could easily access that chamber.” “But he also told us the truth tonight,” Hunter countered. “He could have kept quiet and let us chase after shadows. That doesn’t really fit the profile of someone trying to protect a secret.”

Now I stood in the black stone chamber he’d prepared, and the man I should’ve executed years ago watched me from behind a veil of shadow and magic. He was not angry. Not triumphant. Just… satisfied. “Do you think it was luck,” Corwin said, “that kept me alive when you burned the rest of them?” His voice hadn’t changed. It still had that scholar’s calm. That faint edge of amusement. Like the whole world was a story, and he already knew the ending. “You thought I was loyal because I smiled and stood behind you,” he said. “That was the point.” “I thought you were harmless,” I replied. “My mistake.”

He looked like a wolf caught between loyalty and survival. “You think this is just sabotage,” he said, his voice strained. “You think it’s politics.” Lyra didn’t answer. Corvin swallowed, then leaned closer, as if speaking the truth might summon something dangerous. “It’s older than you,” he whispered. “Older than Ronan. Older than Morrigan.” Lyra’s pulse quickened. “What is?” Corvin’s eyes flicked toward the wall, toward the ceiling, toward the darkness beyond the room. "You are unaware of the council's regulations," he stated. “Old rules. Old fears.”

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.