Michael Corvin Novels & Stories

Serina continued, “The court demands justice. This shifter endangered the king, and must be removed permanently.” Several nobles stepped forward, voices rising. “He is a spy.” “He brings wildland violence into our halls.” “Execute him and restore order.” Tavris remained still, his expression unreadable. Corvin listened without interruption. When the noise reached its peak, he lifted one hand, and silence fell again. “You accuse him of endangering me,” Corvin said. “You are wrong.” A ripple of shock passed through the room. Corvin stood. “He did not open the gates. He did not plant mercenaries in my service corridors, guide assassins through hidden routes, nor did he summon puppets that wear

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

His eyes lingered on my face for a while, then he nodded, extending his arm for me. I placed my hand in his as we walked towards the front door when a guard approached us and bowed to Clinton. Anger surged through me when I recognized the guy—Maddox, one of the guards who had hit me during the time I was locked in the dungeon. The urge to return all the pain he and his fellows gave me was too strong, but I managed to shove it down under the mask of indifference, keeping my expression neutral even as my fingers itched to strike back.

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.

His angry, whispered words blew wind into her face. “I heard you and her talking. She is a loyal soldier, remember?” Elle did not back down. Corvin turned away from her and walked a few steps before turning around. He paced in front of her. “She is a loyal soldier. Her job is to help me with the social parts of my job. She excels in understanding people. I…” He groaned and turned to Elle, looking sad and repentant. “I am not so good at people. But that doesn’t mean I lie.” He spoke adamantly.

Nixon- ~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~ “When your opponent comes at you low, it leaves them open for your wolf to attack them from high” Luca calls over the grunts of the sparing teams “When your opponent comes in low it leaves their neck and spine exposed” I stand by as he moves around the mats correcting stances. “What do you think” he asks me as he approaches. “Justine Wilkins is favoring her left knee more then she was yesterday, send her to the doc and get her checked out.”