Alien Supernatural Novels & Stories

said the familiar female voice. It was his mother, followed by his father and his siblings. What were they doing here? They weren't supposed to be here. Elijah got up and stood next to Rebekah. The footsteps approached, until they stopped in the same place. All the newcomers' eyes were on Helena. "But what...?" Sam stammered. It is forgotten for the rest of the world that something terrible happened somewhere, except for those who are part of the supernatural and know about it. That's what happened to them.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

She declared with a smile positively. “The thing is supernaturals are real”. He paused a bit to see her reaction, probably to see her go crazy or hysterical or probably laugh to his face and call him crazy but surprisingly, none of that came. “The powerful races supernatural world consists of Werewolves, vampires, witches and demons. But the weaker races consists of Sirens, banshees, faes, fairys, mermaids and even elves.” She nods.

The creature loomed before them, a grotesque and formidable being born from the darkest depths of supernatural power. Its body was a twisted amalgamation of sinew and scales, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. The air crackled with malevolence as it unleashed an otherworldly roar, the sound reverberating through the halls of Willow Creek High. Fleur stood at the forefront, her eyes narrowed in determination as she faced the creature. "We won't let you harm anyone else," she declared, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Devina whispered. "I guess we have an issue to address." Aiden said and everyone turned to him. "Sambora Canto isn't what we think she is, She's not a human." Aiden said. "What?" They chorused. "She's a supernatural." Aiden said. "A Supernatural wanting to send all Supernatural on exile, isn't that crazy?" Elsa whispered. "We can't say which creature she is, She's fast like a vampire but uses magic." Devina said. "Magic?"

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

he explained. "There’s Luneris, for werewolves. Virelle, for hybrids and rare supernatural beings. Aurora, for witches. And Noxtera, for vampires. So, sweetheart, which do you belong to?" "Hmm... I... I..." "I what?" he asked as we climbed the stairs. "I don’t know yet. I don’t have my powers." "Oh, I see. That means you belong to Virelle for hybrids. I belong there too. I’m just supernatural. Come on, let’s get you to your room."

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

I felt Alex’s arms around me tighten and I was pressed closer to his chest, I looked up but he was just staring straight ahead at Caius, he didn’t blink like he was afraid the minute moment would cause himto skip important information. Caius continued. “It starts small forgetting things, hearing that voice in your head when you're alone. Dreams that feel real. Then you’ll start feeling pulled…like something’s always waiting just outside your vision.” “You’ll want to go back to it,” “Even if you know it’s dangerous. Especially then.” My heart thudded. “And if I do go back…?” “Then it binds fully,” Caius said. “And once that happens? Your soul stops being your own. The creature doesn’t have to