Supernatural Books Carver Edlund Novels & Stories

“Great. Just great. Meg loves shopping for odds and ends there, and maybe it’s evil. WONDERFUL.” “Well, perhaps not evil, just . . . ” I wave him off, massaging my aching temples with my other hand. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Holy God, Gavin. Demons, evil houses and doctors, ghosts, redneck voodoo zombie witch doctors and monsters . . . what the hell else have we got in this town?” He tips his head at the book. “How about gods . . . ”

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

Every moment in time can bring about a bit of change, it could be subtle or it could be drastic. Each night brings about a new dawn, and the world is renewed. Tonight marks a historical change in the Vampiric world, here tonight in this grand manor which is isolated in the upper state new york countryside. I Hunter Eldridge have brought about a reckoning, all of these council members who sat in their lofty thrones, and held themselves as gods above everyone else, learned how it would feel to meet their creators in death.

At that point, there was just one hour left until midnight. I chatted with the viewers occasionally, but I was unable to stop yawning. [Look at the streamer. In what way does she look like she’s about to kill herself? Maybe the valedictorian curse has been broken. Everyone, let’s call it a night.] [I’m starting to believe it now. Those valedictorians may not have actually committed suicide. They may have been murdered.] [What kind of killer is so skilled that they’ve killed so many people without leaving a single clue? I actually think the one who killed them might not even be human.]

She carried her weathered leather-bound book under her arm, the one I'd seen her clutch like it held the secrets of the universe. “We don’t have time for this,” she announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Ryan is right. More supernaturals... the witches, the warlocks, the werewolves... are dying by the hundreds with every time we waste. And the death won't stop until there's nothing left." She set the book on the table with a heavy thud and flipped through its yellowed pages. The scent of old paper and faint magic filled the air. She stopped on an illustration that made my blood run cold.

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.

The truth had to come out, no matter how difficult it may be for her to hear. I took a deep breath, my eyes locking onto hers, "Eden, I need to tell you something. Something that you may find hard to believe." Eden's brows furrowed as she leaned in, her heart racing with anticipation. "Okay, tell me," she said. I let out a sigh, the weight of my world on my shoulders. "I am sure you know that we are not the only ones out there. There are other supernaturals, like vampires, wolves and witches. We also have the deadly hunters and, unfortunately, we've been in a feud with them for generations."

As if to confirm her thoughts, the judge in the middle slowly shook his head, staring at Caleb with condescension. “You have made a grave mistake,” he said. “What you fail to see is that you are the one who began this war. Your departure is what has alerted them to our presence. “Furthermore, she is not the one you think she is.” Caleb began, “Then how do you explain–” Another council member spoke this time, “Many centuries ago there was a case like this. A vampire was immune to weaponry. People thought he was the Messiah then, too. He was not. He was just a half-breed.”

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.