Novel & Cerita Supernatural Adam Winchester

"And you are Adam, age 24, don't have a mother but you did have a father whom you brutally killed when you were 11 thus you joined the underworld when you were just 11 with the help of a local gangster. '' Jamie again turns his gaze at Amy who looks speechless and bothered. Never expected someone to hold her past in front of her like it means nothing. Adam doesn't like to hear about his past either. Specially how he had to kill his father at the tender age of 11, it brings back the old and painful memory of his life, memories which never fade away nor do they even let Adam forget them. Adam pushes away all the emotions that are trying to crawl towards his mind, he doesn't have to feel emotio

Adam chuckled as he took hold of Ann's hand and squeezed it reassuringly as they waited for Lord Brarthroroz to exit the vehicle and followed behind him. Allen glanced at Lord Brarthroroz a little warily as he took in his huge frame. Even by werewolf standards, this man was massive. He looked between Lexi and the newcomer and frowned. They were obviously close but how close, he wasn't sure. He was about to open his mouth and ask for himself, but Adam beat him to it. "Allen, this is Lord Brarthroroz, Daemon Lord and also Lexi's father. Lord Brarthroroz, this is my Beta Allen." Adam said genially as he wrapped his arm around Ann and pulled her in as close to his side as he possibly could.

As she watched Layla fall further into her manipulative trap, her smile deepened. A few days ago, she had discovered that she had inherited this power. She was still mated to Damien so she was still manifesting powers that belonged to Luna. It was the power to manipulate people's minds and turn them into fanatical idiots who would spill all their deepest secrets to you. After trying it out multiple times, she found that it only worked on people who were at their vulnerable moment or just generally weak minded. She wanted more information so she targeted Layla who wasn't only close to William but had access to the meetings between the elders.

,I looked at Adam as he looked sad "I'm sorry you went through that, Adam looked guilty, I wish I would of never left with that bitch. Her family is rich and her dad is a total dick he said if I didn't be with her he would hurt Debra. I don't know how they know about us but they do and they know Debra is my mate",he looked at Alpha and sighed sadly. "how do they know about our kind are they hunters?",I look at Alpha with worry. "we aren't sure but I got warriors looking into it. We did find out Adam wasn't the father she was carrying a human child so Adam is off the hook he played the grieving partner for the dad because he was being watched",fuck who are these fucking people.

"We tortured him for days and he wouldn't tell us anything. But just before the attack yesterday, he came to the Clinic." "He did? And you didn't catch him?" Daphne's eyes filled with concern. Xander shook his head. "No, he was gone when I got there." "He must have magic," Daphne said. "This is no ordinary human Hunter." "No, he's a supernatural hunter," I corrected. "He said that God created his kind." "God wouldn't have done that." Daphne smirked, shaking her head. "That's what I said," I replied. "Personally, I think Hunters were created by a witch with a vendetta against supernatural creatures."

Marcus didn't answer, just turned on the wall-mounted TV with shaking hands, and when Adam saw the breaking news banner, his blood ran cold. "Shocking revelation tonight about Umbra Pack's Alpha King," the reporter announced while photos flashed across the screen, "as sources confirm that Adam is not only a werewolf leader but also a vampire, a hybrid abomination that violates ancient pack laws." The screen showed photos Adam didn't remember being taken, his fangs extended and his eyes burning red, captured in moments of rage and protection and weakness, and Eve gasped beside him, her fingers digging into his arm as she whispered, "How did they get those photos? Who leaked this?!"

The stench of blood was overwhelming, thick enough to coat my tongue. I staggered forward, my heart pounding, my breath shallow. The land stretched endlessly, a war-fested wasteland scarred by trenches and craters. Burned villages smoldered in the distance, skeletal remains of homes jutting from the earth like accusing fingers. I saw banners torn in half—werewolf sigils soaked beyond recognition. Lightning struck nearby, splitting the ground open with a sound like bone snapping. And then I saw him. Adam knelt among the dead, his hands drenched in blood that was not his own. His eyes were wild, hollow, glowing faintly as though something else wore his skin. He looked up at me, mouth opening—b

"I fell on a slope and clung to a cliff edge. A beautiful lady, like an angel, helped me." Sebastian's eyes widened. "She healed my wounds, made food, and we watched cartoons," Adam continued. Sebastian's gaze met Alex's, awe and gratitude shared. "Who is she?" Sebastian asked. Adam shrugged. "Don't know. But she's kind, not bad like I thought." Alex frowned. "Why venture into the woods at night, Adam?" Adam's gaze dropped. "Gathering evidence against those who manipulate villagers. To help you, Dad." Sebastian's face contorted, tears welling.

She's still bearing a lingering hope that one day she would be able to take me but only I knew the possibility of that is only ten percent. Adam POV I parked my black car in the parking lot of a mansion I built away from the Luther to have a breather. I have always been cold and distant with everything and everyone. My own work in the Luther family and what I'm in charge of is assassination and killing off whoever it is, even if it's the president of any country. People would just get the news that this or that president just died from one disease or another and that chapter of the topic would close. I can boost that no matter how the world turns out I will never be poor. I can just tag a bi

The car’s allure speaks of power and speed, an ideal vehicle for our upcoming pursuit. Our conversation is minimal, our expressions cold and determined. We share an unspoken agreement, united in our eagerness to confront the witches that await us. As we drive through the city, I share the details of my encounter with the powerful witch, describing her striking red hair and her ability to temporarily disable my movements. Adam listens attentively, his demeanor cool and composed. “I’ll be cautious when facing such a formidable adversary,” Adam replies with a coldness that matches his unwavering loyalty. I can’t help but find his lack of sentimentality both amusing and fitting for our current m