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.

"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.”

Nabi raises her shoulders and drops them, “They do have the mysterious bite mark, what crazy animal would have done that? Killed 40people and drained them of their blood? 40 bloody humans.” “Corvin did it,” I blurt out. Nabi and Tamara share glances, and Tamara raises an eyebrow, “Did I miss a course in high school? What animal is named Corvin?” “He's a he,” I point out. “Or an it. The leader of the Lucifer heirs, he's a vampire.”

Cornelius stopped me. “Why didn’t you come to me then?” I shook my head. “I thought about it, but I never wanted to put you and your family in danger.” He seemed satisfied with that answer so I continued. “I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.”

Colt, one of my many bodyguards, was pacing the ground, trying to be covert. Mariano just wouldn't let me be, would he? I laid back down on my bed and played music on my phone. Over Taylor Swift's singing, there was the sound of beating on the main door. I heard Aiden open up, and there was the sound of a fist hitting a jaw. And then again, and again, and again. Shit. I rushed outside and saw Aiden deliver a punch to Mariano's gut. "Stop!" I yelled. Mariano turned sharply to look at me. Our eyes met, and I felt something break inside of me. I looked at his feet, unable to meet his gaze.

Every part of it. Corvin is quiet for a long time after I say that. Then he says, “He said that. Edrin. She was real.” “Yes,” I say. “Because he needed to say it,” Corvin says. “Not for you. For himself. Because he has been carrying the uncertainty of it for twenty-three years.” He pauses. “Whether it was real. Whether the bond was real. Whether the acknowledgment was real. Whether any of it existed or whether it had been so thoroughly buried that real was the wrong word for it.”