The Cardinal Novel Novels & Stories

Rose’s POV I didn’t wait to find out if they saw me. The second I heard, “Who’s there?” in Luther’s voice, I slipped behind the waste bin and vanished into the alley’s shadows. My heart was pounding in my ears as I bolted down the narrow path, lungs burning, panic rising. Luther, Vicenzo. They weren’t supposed to be in the same room, let alone shaking hands in the shadows like allies. And if Luther didn’t know Vicenzo was my ex, the man who once pointed a gun at my face then I was carrying a secret that could destroy everything between us. I barely made it home before the breakdown hit. I kicked off my heels, locked the door, and slid to the floor. My stomach was twisted in knots. My thought

“Arnold is very powerful. He rules all of Sicily and some parts of Mexico. He does dirty business no one knows about and kills anyone who tries to disrupt it. I guess you knew all this before taking this bold step of saving your sister.” Carden was quiet. He really wanted to tell Fred the truth—that Anna is not his sister, but a girl he had been dreaming about for months—but it would sound stupid if he said that. He wasn’t ready yet. Not this time. Everything seemed confusing now. Carden broke the silence. “Yes, I need to do this for my sister… Another thing: immediately I stepped inside the house, I felt a sort of familiarity, like I had been in the house before, but I can’t recall how or w

he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as they climbed the stairs. They moved further inside, entering a hall. Her breath hitched and she was suddenly very nervous as all eyes focused on them, remember when the female characters in the novels used to feel very uncomfortable and out of place at those high-class ballroom parties, yup I feel every single one of you, she smiled nervously.

“She’s Callum’s girlfriend.” Floyd blinked, then gave a low laugh. “Biggest plot twist. Bravo, Moon Goddess.” He leaned forward, tapping Rowan’s book. “What you got there?” “Vampires.” “Really?” He raised a brow. “You should be reading up on your own bloodline. The Moonglade, the Bloodfangs… that stuff.” Rowan narrowed his eyes. “The Bloodfangs?” Floyd didn't look up from his book. “Mhm.”

Dillard Belmont, Cardi’s father said, spreading his arms open for a hug. Cardi was stunned. ‘She saved the day? How? What was going on?’ she asked herself, as she advanced, taking steps closer to her father. Then the cornea of her eyes caught sight of it…. and at that moment, she understood. Cardi freezed. She tilted her head left to get a better view of it and her eyes widened at the sight of the emerald crest statue which laid flat on the wall like a canvas. Her knees buckled till they hit the floor. Her palms met the floor too as her long hair cascaded all over her, blurring her face from the piercing eyes around her.

After I quit my job to become a full-time househusband, my wife, Brooke Lowell, left me with nothing but a bank card capped at 1,000 dollars a month. She said children had to be raised with hardship to grow up strong, and was always worried I might secretly give our daughter special treatment. But 1,000 dollars was nowhere near enough to cover a household's monthly expenses. Every time the kindergarten asked for nutrition fees, I could only swallow my pride and beg for leniency. "She's just a child. Why does she need that much money? You've got some nerve, living so comfortably on 1,000 a month." I had thought Brooke's harshness was meant to temper our daughter's character. That illusion

Killian snarled, his golden Alpha runes igniting, casting a violent, predatory glow against the marble pillars. "We are the shepherds of the new genesis," the Cardinal raised his arms, his scarlet robes billowing. "The Earth is corrupt. The Architects will cleanse it in the beautiful, silent dark." The seven Cardinals didn't draw weapons. Instead, their bodies began to violently convulse. With a sickening sound of tearing flesh and snapping bone, their physical forms melted and merged together, surging upward into the air. The scarlet robes tore away to reveal a monstrosity of biblical proportions.

Sitting at a small desk near the back was Cardinal Maranzano and he looked like a man who had spent his whole life eating well while other people suffered, and his face turned the color of curdled milk the moment he saw me walking toward him with a gun visible in my waistband. "Lucien Valenti, you are supposed to be dead according to the news reports coming out of the north and you have no right to bring your violence into this holy place, so I suggest you turn around before I hit the alarm," the Cardinal said as he stood up and tried to pull his robes around him with some kind of dignity.

Cardinal hasn’t shut up since I stopped the kiss back in that interrogation room. He’s pissed at me. He has no right to be pissed. As my wolf, you’d think he could see things from my perspective. That he would understand what I’m thinking and feeling. But since meeting André, he’s stopped even trying to be on the same page as me. ‘OF COURSE, I’M PISSED!’ Cardinal shouted. ‘Our mate was in our lap making out with us. We were in a private space where no one was going to interrupt. And you cockblocked us!” Cardinal ranted.

Cardinal stepped out of the shadows "Or should I say Arivonese?" Royalty looked at me confused. "How'd you get out?" Damanico pulled out a gun and I heard a click. "My girls follow my rules once I get into their pants and satisfy them." Cardinal laughed and pulled out a gun in each hand "Goodbye Damanico." In one swift motion he fired at Damanico whose reflexes were extremely sharp and when he tilted his head the bullet missed. He's sharp! Damanico fired back and hit Cardinal in his arm. He was about to fire another one when there came the sound of far off sirens and shattering glass. All attention turned to Felix and the millions of sparkly pieces around him.