Supernatural Alexander Calvert Novels & Stories

Lucien said after Thalia was no longer in site, but I couldn't reply or make out any word; the pain I felt in my head was too much. “but don't be angry, and don't turn to a vengeful wolf ghost; well, you're wolfless,” he said, then chuckled. “If you survive, I know you'd run and tell the whole world what you saw, and I can't let that happen, not when I am close to my goal, but with you gone and dead, Caleb can't lift his curse and I will still end up being the alpha king of Woodthorn, either way, your disappearance is helpful, to my cause,” he said, but all I could think about was, how was I the one to lift the curse of Lucien’s brother, one whom no one had ever seen or met, all we knew was

If he were to do that now, I wouldn’t mind becoming a martyr—I would still forgive him. My hopes were dashed as I realized Joffrey's true intentions. He callously threw the bags of gold coins at my face and said, “Take your dowry with you and be gone. I’m calling our engagement off because—I, Baron and Alpha Joffrey Hanes of Flarewing Pack, reject you, Leona Klaus of House Victorian.”

[Hyacinth] Both Gamma McCoy and I hold our breath, waiting to see who might descend. I felt my power crackling within me, waiting to defend us if I must. I'd rather not use my abilities to harm, they were designed to heal, but I will do whatever it takes to get out of this dungeon and back to my mate. But the first person to greet us was the last person I'd expect to find here. "Sebastian Alexander James," I scold my 5-year-old cub as he squeezes me tightly around the waist. "You should NOT be here. Where's Jeffrey?"

he says, sliding the fucking last puzzle piece into place. “Matthew fucking Décès; your father should have made sure you stayed dead,” I spit out, looking at Kat’s younger brother. Valentine found out that Alexander had saved the life of her younger brother and groomed him to hate vampires even more than what Kat used to. He’s taken over Death’s Temple, well, whatever is left of it. Xenia’s eyes shoot open and she looks at the fucker, her face pale and her lips trembling. “M-Matthew? But… you died…”

"I understand that that may not be Austin's mother. So what's happening?" Damian looks at Austin. He nods at him. Austin looks at me. "Yes, Sybil Leek is not my mother nor your biological one. She is your godmother. Our mother was infertile. She couldn't have children. Mom and dad met someone who said they could help them have children. I've come to find out that it was Sybil Leek. She's well-known for practicing dark magic; she's a witch. It's likely she did a spell to take their firstborn daughter. She may have taken you for her own personal gain. I don't know for sure," Austin tells me. "We are also werewolves."

I felt like the wolf and I kept on locking eyes , as if he was sent her to retrieve me – my mind races , assuming that King Alexander had sent him to get me ; it could be that he belongs to the king. “Don’t move…” Xavier warns us all , when he sees Andrew slowly reaching for his sword as well. However , the furry beast sees that to and growls loudly at him , which makes him stop his pursue immediately. From the corner of my eyes , I see Xaviers hand firmly grasp the handle of his sword and he softly pulls the weapon out of it’s cover. He then slowly proceeds to walk closer to it – my mind racing , wondering on what he is going to do ; what if the creature realises what he is doing and attac

"The Northwood blood... it was never meant to be the sword. It was meant to be the Anchor. I can't fight him, but I can ground him." "Alexander, no! If you ground the Cathedral’s energy through your consciousness, you'll be erased!" "I'm already a ghost, Elena," Alexander said, a sad, beautiful smile touching his lips. "But I'm your ghost." Alexander didn't attack Silas. He turned and dove into the golden web surrounding Leo. He grabbed the threads, his hands turning to white-hot fire as he forced the Cathedral’s energy to flow through him instead of the boy. The Emotional Bridge: The Father’s Sacrifice

Stella's eyes felt like knives carving into my soul. "The whole thing was planned from the beginning. "Kill your mentor, frame Summer, and force you to work with me. "This is what happens when you refuse to listen, Mark." "You b*tch!" I completely lost it. The tears broke through, and every shred of reason vanished. I yanked the autopsy knife from my boot and lunged straight for Stella's throat. "I'm going to kill you!" "Mark, calm down! Drop the knife!" The tactical officers panicked. Three or four of them rushed me at once, grabbing my arms and waist.

He hit the far stone wall with a brutal thud and went entirely still. "Darius!" Gina cried out, stepping back to guard the doorway. She was completely alone now. Gabriel was incapacitated, Lucien was frozen on the brink of death, and the rebel wolves—including Elder Thomas—were watching the exchange with wide, terrified eyes, completely realizing they had traded a stern Alpha for a demonic goddess.

"And I'm thankful for that. Well, there's no use in scolding you now since we can't change the past. What we can do, however, is take action in the present." Axel raised one eyebrow. "Are you saying that there's a chance for me to take my wolf back?" She nodded her head. We all looked at her with hopeful and expectant eyes. "There is?" I asked, surprised. "Yes. There is. have you ever heard of Alpha Cupid?" I tilted my head to the side in confusion. "Alpha Cupid? The one in fairytales." She chuckled. "That's a common misconception about Alpha Cupid. He's not a mere fairytale. He's real. He's very real. In fact, his mother and I were good friends back then."