Supernatural Books Carver Edlund Novels & Stories

- Yamato, Peter, Oliver - "I'm surprised you know of R'yarj." Yamato said. "How do you know about that?" Oliver asked Peter. "The eldritch are a mystery to most gods." "Hell's library." Peter said. "There's books on just about every bein' in the world. One of the books, written by Satan, is about the eldritch. The book didn't have much in the way of information, but it did mention the eldritch that had the ability to give deals." He sighed. "Satan's obsession with arbiters is one of his few positive traits."

I walked up and took it from him then smiled happily. "Thank you so much," I told them and looked at the two elders then looked at the book. I'll read it closely and learn what I can from this.... I should probably look into getting a supernatural doctor too now that I think about it... either a vampire or a werewolf. I'll ask Neal which he prefers. I purred softly and then hugged Neal, kissing his cheek lovingly then held the book close. "I'll keep an eye out for anything that might help you," Esme told us as she sat back down with Arthur. I nodded and then smiled at her sweetly.

Carver came home after hearing that Oliver was calling for a family meeting and raised a brow when he walked in and saw that Orion was here too and when his eyes landed on Cael, he knew that the secret was out and things needed to be explained. He was completely flabbergasted when he heard that Eden has been a vampire since the age of seven and immediately got to work trying to figure out how he was able to survive with Orion’s help because it could not only be Alexander's essence that played a role in his survival, if it was, how was it possible? There has to be an answer somewhere.

“Perhaps we should hear the whole story Mr Edlow, so we can be convinced of its validity.” Mr Edlow’s hand retreated back. “Of course, although I warn it is a long one.” He closed his eyes for a few seconds, as if mentally rewinding his tale back to the beginning. “I was and am still a mage. Up until a few weeks ago, I was a member of the ruling council. I used to be charged with keeping our borders free of werewolves and vampires. It’s not uncommon for us to be scouted. 20 years ago, we had reports of a pack of werewolves stalking our southern border. A group of us went down to…” He licked his lips anxiously.

BOOK SUMMARY “You’re not someone I just met. You’re someone I've been waiting for my entire life. Why should I waste time declaring my feelings?” “How do you know I’m your soulmate?” I asked him. “It's called Emerthuz and I’ve been dreaming about you for years” “Emerthuz. Is that why I feel this way?” ......................................................................................................................... Andro, a vampire has always dreamt about his soulmate. Though he had never for once saw her face in his dreams but his soul longs for her.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”

They were images of blackened houses, broken bodies, and trembling survivors murmuring in fear. “They said they saw… shadows with horns,” Eden whispered. “They said the shadows walked through fire and didn’t burn. They tore through flesh like paper. One old man said he saw a child disappear in the blink of an eye. There was no blood. No scream. Just… gone.” Sophia paled. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a tattered, leather-bound grimoire. She flipped the pages quickly. “I’ve read this before,” she muttered,. “Long ago. When I was a child. The signs… horned shadows, vanishing people, soulless fire. It’s not mortal.”