The Ancient Order Bud Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers Book 1 by JB Michaels Genre: Supernatural Suspense, Urban Fantasy
Who protects you and the world from supernatural destruction?
This prequel novella will give you the answer in the most exhilarating and unexpected way.
Highly-skilled soldiers of the world’s most powerful army are slaughtered.
A battle- hardened centurion is sent on a special mission to the wilds of Roman Britain to investigate the strange and ghastly murders of his brothers-in-arms. With the help of a warrior Queen, Magnus will encounter deathly forces, battle rival clans, and transform, not only himself but an entire nation. The Order of St. Michael forms in tenuous times, under dour circumstances, and stands as the world’s foremost defense against darkness. **Only .99cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon
The Order of St. Michael Bud Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers Book 2
What do you get when you pair a smart-mouthed geek with a fake English accent and a disciplined, headstrong woman with incredible powers? Meet Bud Hutchins, a socially awkward super genius who talks too much and can’t get out of his own way. Will he heed the call to join the Order and save humanity? Eh, maybe. Meet Maeve, a beautiful young woman who happens to be a monk of an ancient Order tasked with keeping evil spirits at bay and saving Bud Hutchins from himself. She rolls her eyes. Alot. In this globe-trotting, action-packed supernatural thriller, our heroes fight to contain an ancient evil that calls from beyond. It’s time for you to join the Order. Battle monsters. Avenge the dead and save the natural world from supernatural destruction.**On Sale for $2.99 now!!**Goodreads * Amazon
The Elixir Bud Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers Book 3
How far would you go to save a friend?From award-winning author JB Michaels, author of The Order of St. Michael and the award-winning Tannenbaum Tailors series Join Bud Hutchins in an action-packed urban fantasy set in Chicago, home to the world’s most notorious urban legends. A murder rocks Chicago Metro University. Maeve, a monk of the Order of St. Michael, faces possible annihilation. A poltergeist wreaks havoc across the city. With the help of the brilliant Ivy, a doctoral candidate, Bud will need to employ science and the supernatural in his most harrowing adventure yet, The Elixir: A Bud Hutchins Thriller. The Ghost of Capone Mt. Olivet Cemetery, the original resting place of gangster Al Capone, is disturbed by an ungodly menace. Resurrection Mary strikes The forested roads of Archer Avenue are once again stalked by the deathly and cunning Resurrection Mary. Murder, Mayhem, and the Elixir A beautiful, young teacher’s assistant is murdered over a mysterious elixir: an ancient concoction that could change history! From Wrigleyville to the Willis Tower, the Museum of Science and Industry to Beverly… …join Bud Hutchins on an epic adventure through Chicago! The Elixir is ready. Scroll up and grab a copy today.Goodreads * Amazon
The Castle Bud Hutchins Supernatural Thrillers Book 4
No rest for the wicked they say.
Barely catching their breath, Bud, Ivy, and Maeve find themselves pitted against the Chicago police, the FBI, and the world’s most powerful vampire. Will they escape injury-free or will the fangs of doom pierce their jugular veins?
The answers can only be found in The Castle: A Bud Hutchins Thriller.
The three slayers of the supernatural will face their most formidable threats, seek solutions to their most important problems, and be forever changed.
The threats are plenty. The stakes are higher. The tasks nigh impossible.
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“Stand together, men!” The battle-hardened legionary barked a desperate order.
The devastation surrounding the few soldiers struck fear into their brave hearts. Their brothers-in-arms once full of life and vigor, now
lay dead in a most peculiar, inexplicable fashion.
“Shields at the ready! Let it come. We’ll push it back together. Togeth—”
A thumping bass sounded once again. Though the sky painted a gloomy gray over the land, the source of this thunder was no storm.
Sweat poured from their helmets. Heavy gasps gave way to controlled breaths. The soldiers packed themselves into a square. Calloused
hands gripped hilts of the devastatingly effective short sword—the gladius. Their visibility low, only the small space between their shields
showed the danger that charged them. The force that killed their friends. Their fellow men of the mightiest empire the world had ever known
—the toughest men born from the blood of their ancestors with the mission to spread the glory of Rome fell in great numbers this day. The
remaining thoughts of their homes, their families, their futures, fell to the wayside as the need to survive prevailed.
The rumble of a beast’s massive feet moved closer and closer.
“Stand ready, men! Get ready to push it back!”
The loud, guttural roar of the monster muted the centurion’s commands and words of encouragement.
“Hold! Iehova be with us!”
Magnus Vicillius looked out onto the shoreline from the small rowboat powered by men in his charge. The gray sky and the cool
temperature did little to welcome the warrior to Britannia. The temperature of the air served as harsh reminder of the wear on his body
serving twenty years for SPQR. The Senate and the People of Rome relied on his service to maintain and strengthen the empire.
The neck of the muscular centurion ached. He hurt it pushing a battering ram into the walls of a Germanic fort.
There were many other scars that riddled his back. The barbarians sent out their women in the night to assassinate him and the other
officers. He woke upon the first slash of many. Her wild demeanor nearly killed him. Magnus gained the advantage quickly, but his sleepy
state caused him much grief. He rarely slept from that night forward. The incident proved his closest brush with death. No battle or bloody
skirmishes with men bigger and stronger than he were as dangerous.
Still, Magnus neared the end of his term. In just five short years, he would receive the land promised to him and be able to live
peacefully. Away from the frontiers filled with uncertainty and danger.
His reputation preceded him. A greeting party waited for him.
His men jumped from the rowboat into the shallows and pushed the boat up to the beach.
“Greetings, Magnus. Governor Gricola requests your presence immediately.” A man dressed in gray robes surrounded by four soldiers
looked deadly serious.
“Take me to him.” Magnus, in full centurion regalia—full metal breastplate, his large belt which held Marius’s mule, his centurion-
class helmet with the crimson crest of hair— stepped onto the beach of dismal Britannia. His sandal-boots sank into the wet sand.
Governor Gricola rubbed his hands on the robe covering his knees. “I sent them past the wall to attempt a peaceful conversion. They
have yet to return. I sent for you to investigate and retrieve these men. I assure you I gave them orders to escort the missionary and march on
peace and not conquest.”
Magnus stood in front of the governor with his helmet under his arm. “The tribes in Caledonia historically don’t take kindly to Roman
legions marching onto their land no matter the mission.”
“Of course, Vicillius. I wouldn’t have sent them had I not sent scouts to procure a meeting with a tribal leader who sought knowledge
of Iehova or Yeshua or whichever nomenclature they use. Of course, it would be in my best interest to bring Constantine’s god to the
“I shall march with my men upon first light.”
“No more time should be wasted. I’d hoped they would return in the time it took for the message to reach Rome. Alas, they have yet to
“I assure you, my men will find out what happened to them, Governor.” Magnus stood tall in the lavish, intricate, wood-carved sitting
room of the governor’s villa.
“That is why I requested you, Magnus. You shall have the full complement of my local auxiliaries manning Hadrian’s wall, if you
“Though I appreciate the gesture, we’d better not stir up the tribes with another larger force beyond the walls. If we need the might of
your forces, I shall send my best messenger for their assistance.”
“Remember, Magnus. There is a reason we built the wall. Please come back.” The governor stood from his chair and nodded to
The centurion didn’t know if Gricola’s plea was genuine. He’d just admitted that he sent the troop to help convert the pagans of the
North to gain favor with the emperor. Over the years, Magnus realized that rarely were the intentions of the patricians in power purely
“I appreciate your concern for the finest soldiers of the empire. We will be back, Governor.”