Supernatural Brady Novels & Stories

I walk out of the bushes and Brady's alert gun is what I am greeted by. "It's me, Brady." I whisper to him before a commotion breaks out in the silence of my house. "Sorry Boss, I thought it was the same creepy animal whose amber eyes frightened me throughout the night." He lowers his gun and wipe the sweat off his forehead causing me to chuckle. "The big Brady boy is afaid of a petty animal!" I pat his shoulder. "What if it's a jaguar or worse a hyena? They are terrible animals." His face shows disbelief. Surely, he watched those shows on lifestyle channel.

He added. Run out of blood?” she repeatedly what the doctor said. “Yes....ohh! by the way what is your name? the doctor asked. “Khlea..Khlea Magalona.” She answered confused. “ Miss Magalona we are very sorry to inform you that the child in your womb was gone. When Mr. Richard found you near the bridge you were bloody.” He answered. …. “You must marry a decent woman with in three months if you want to take over my company Vonn.” His father ordered to him. “or else you will get nothing.” He added like he is threatening him.

I tell drake, he chuckles putting his hand out to shake Ryan’s then I point to Lucy “And this is Brady’s mate Lucy, she’s human and she came with us so we could get past the supernatural barriers to save you, Brady is marking her soon and she will be joining our warriors” Drake shakes her hand next then he yanks me back towards him, grabbing my ass and he hoists me up kissing my lips “Let’s get out of here” He whispers against my lips kissing me again. I moan resting my head in the crook of his neck, all the exhaustion hitting me at once as Layla whimpers and whines as Dain wakes up to say hello by nudging us with his head.

Heloise set up an electronic synthesized voice and then called all the TV stations, self-published media, newspapers and magazines in the PHOENIXFELL Empire without leaving out. "Hello, I'm reporting to your department that Councilman Brady Brook is setting up a sinister superstitious ritual of drawing on ghosts and cursing people at home. If you rush over now, you can catch a live shot, if you're late, your opponents will seize the headlines ahead of you."

Just then, Brady came rushing over with a lovestruck daze covering his features. "I miss Safiya." He sighed, clutching his phone to his chest. "Oh! I'm sorry." He dropped his hands in embarassment and quickly slid his phone into his pocket when he noticed Suzanne and Andrew. "I'm Brady." He held his hand out to them, Suzanne more than willing to take it. She shook it furiously with the same smile on her lips. "Suzanne. This is Andrew." She withdrew her arm, pointing to her mate. "Did you come with Salen and Celu-I mean Alpha Celus?" She corrected. Celus admired the effort she was putting in to learn their world.

— Brady: Evil points: 50 (maximum of 56) Physical Strength: 50 (maximum of 51) — Jack was surprised that the man’s physical strength had reached the same level as his. Jack frowned. This was the strongest opponent he had ever met in terms of physical strength. Willie’s physical strength was only slightly higher than this man’s. “Friend, seeing that you smoke, can you lend me your lighter?” Brady walked over with a cigarette in his mouth. Jack obviously knew that he was not here to borrow a lighter. He casually threw the lighter out. Brady reached out his right hand and caught it. At the same time, he held a dagger in his left hand and quickly stabbed at Jack’s chest and heart.

Fallon I’m in disbelief over what just occurred. It seemed that Bree wanted to say something, but something held her back. I try not to dwell on what she wanted to say, yet a small part of me wishes that she would have chosen to stay in my home. It would be torturous to have her close, but at least I’d get to see her. Even going in that direction with my train of thought is quite maddening, I know. Within moments, I reach Mathias’ home. Mathias is one of the oldest Seraphim to live on earth. He’s also the head of the Supernatural Council. My hope is that the Council might have hunted or seen similar creatures in the city.

Chapter 26: Next Step Traeger It doesn’t take long to get to the Institute. We park a few miles down, making sure we’re not spotted. A few miles ago, we turned off all the lights in our vehicles and drove in the dark. One of the upsides of being Supernatural is that we have excellent night vision. There are still Lycans out looking for me. Unfortunately for the doctors, the Lycans are not reporting that they’ve seen us. They still assume that my men are under the control of the receptors.

What was I supposed to do with that? Brandon wasn’t looking at me anymore. He leaned back slightly, rubbing his hands together before dragging one down his face. He looked drained. Exhausted in a way that went beyond physical tiredness. That snapped me out of my daze. I swallowed hard, my voice quieter than I intended. “Did the meeting not go well? Is that why you look like this?” He let out a bitter laugh. “The meeting didn’t happen.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Brandon exhaled sharply and met my eyes again. “Someone killed the witch before she could even start the ritual.”

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”