Supernatural Books Carver Edlund の小説・ストーリー

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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.

She asked me again. I nodded. " She just got in before you" she said and I quickly say thank you to her. I quickly roamed my eyes to find her. I went to the science bookshelf because I know she loved evolution. I'm now in the origins section and while looking at her, I accidentally hold someone's hands and she was surprised. Of course, I was shocked too because we get the same book. It's about Origins of Werewolves and Human. " Mr.Reid?! Are you following me?" She furiously asked me.

“Well, lady, as long as I appreciate being the first of my kind, I don’t have much time left. Please can you help me?” She smiled looking at Ichabod’s hand. “Your ring is getting weaker so are you. Yes I can help you but don’t mind my father, he alone has the sight to read people, he can see supernatural things, my gifts are just pure science. What I have read about duality suggested that, one rules the day while another rules the night. Yet when one, that is the human side fails to get emotional balance, the other can take over. The emotional level must always be at a balance, if it goes slightly above probably due to emotions or anger, the other one will always take over.” “Well then I nee

She softly touched his shoulder and he looked at her with tired eyes, eyes that were screaming millions of emotions, all his successes, his failures, everything. “Son, who stole it?” Carol was not certain but she needed to find it. Maybe it could help with missing Empress. It was her assumption, though. “Scarlet’s professor,” Emerald replied. Scarlet was going insane on the other side. She called Emerald for help and here he was hopelessly engaged in a conversation with Carol. The hell. “Professor! Why would a human steal something like that? It’s a supernatural book. It contains supernatural events, mostly about you and Scarlet.” Carol whispered the last sentence to herself. Emerald didn’t

Helena’s P.O.V. “I love you, Helena!” This was the last sentence that Carver said before dying, more precisely, before dying at my hands. Love, hate, jealousy, anger, animosity, all emotions intertwined to seize the working of my brain, I lost the ability to believe in anything for a length of time. Carver begged for a chance, his Lycan approached me to share his misfortunes. But still, all I could see was a rule-breaker, a person who blindly trusted dark magic.

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h

I walked along the rows of shelves, my fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books as I searched for something new to read. After a few minutes of browsing, a book caught my eye…”The Encyclopedia of Supernatural Beings”. It was an old, thick tome with a worn cover, but it looked intriguing. I pulled the book from the Ilf and settled into one of the comfortable armchairs by the window. I flipped through the pages, my curiosity piqued as I read about all sorts of supernatural creatures…some I had heard of, and others I thought were nothing more than myths. There were detailed descriptions of vampires, witches, werewolves, fae, and other beings, but what truly caught my attention were

He handed me his card. Wendell, G.H.I. Cryptozoologist and Parapsychologist Below was a phone number. “Descendants of the Moon,” he said again. I looked up and saw him with my book in his hand. “This is the first in a series of three books, actually. Its guardian resides in Name.” I was shocked, “What did you say? The guardian of the book?” "Yes. The guardian of the book. She is very old. They say he moved there years ago. Her name is Eleanor Epifana Winchester,” he said.