Alien Supernatural Novels & Stories

They faced formidable adversaries and overcame impossible obstacles, their determination unwavering as they pressed forward. In the depths of the forbidden realm, they discovered the source of the dormant power—a primordial creature of immense darkness and chaos. It had lain dormant for centuries, but now threatened to awaken, plunging the supernatural world into an era of destruction. Andrea and Jax engaged in a climactic battle with the ancient creature, drawing upon their combined strength and the love that flowed between them. Their powers intertwined, creating a radiant energy that pushed back the darkness, weakening the creature's grip on the supernatural realm.

I even saw flashes of this place before arriving at my destination, but I didn't quite believe that what animated my undead corpse wasn't evil—like the biblical variety of a demon. I was beginning to accept that this limbo wasn't to be confused with purgatory where the souls of humans were awaiting purification before being sent to heaven. This place wasn't biblical, good or evil. It was a place that had always been kept separate from humans. "Alexis, you and I have the ability to call our Succubus and Incubus to come forth," I said. "Maybe we can call them now." He paced, his brow gathered. "It may be possible. Although they may not be able to breach the bubble I created."

I said. “Refined how?” “Magically,” I answered. He stared at me. “I’m serious,” I insisted. “Some variants don’t show up like normal toxins. They attach to energy signatures instead of just blood chemistry. They mess with the supernatural side of someone.” Papa inhaled slowly. “Alexandra is human.” “Yes,” I said, then hesitated. “But she’s connected to me.” That made the room go very still. Uncle James narrowed his eyes. “Are you suggesting proximity to you changes her biology?”

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door. Axel had been gone for almost an hour, and the silence was driving me crazy. To find out what you are. His words kept echoing in my head. What the fuck was I? A week ago, I thought I knew. Just a normal, human senator's wife. But now I was apparently some kind of supernatural creature with weird dreams and maybe blood that vampires wanted. I don't know about that last part. I mean that's how the script goes right? blood.

"We are needed at the base. " Seraphina's facial expression turned serious. She sat up straighter, her hands curling into a fist again. Her face contorted. The first thought that slammed into her mind was— demons. They were multiplying, scattering across the city in ways The Order hadn't predicted. Maybe another place the nestted have been discovered. She was about to say something when Amara interrupted. "And before you think it's the demons, no, it's not." Seraphina exhaled. "It's something about the Supernaturals —another specie — the lycanthropes."

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

“Well… yeah, crudely put. We have assets which can change the aura around you and make you seem like you’ve disappeared. You’d appear invisible to angels who have been sent out to hunt you. We'd be able to move more freely and get to the generals easier.” “What kind of assets?” Serenity had only read about demons and angels. She knew about Skin Writers and Manipulators, but what else was hiding out there in the dark she didn’t know about. “Witches.” The silence in the room grew and she blinked. “Are you serious.” “Deadly. There aren’t just angels and demons and Skin Writers, Serenity. Every single supernatural creature you ever thought went bump in the night, is real.” “Oh, fucking wonderful

“Mate her. Protect her. She is ours.” And tonight, I would. The ceremony would be private—just us and the moon. Marking a mate wasn’t just symbolic. It was magic, ancient and binding. Once marked, our souls would tether permanently, our powers shared, our futures fused. But as the sun set and we prepared for the moment, a chill passed through the pack. Austin burst into my office, grim. “We found something.” I stood, alert. “What?” “One of the patrols picked up a strange scent—magic, but not from Sybil or her witches. Something... corrupted.”

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

Other supernaturals ran to save them. In the midst of it all, she saw Alexandra. The only supernatural without a saviour. Eleanor pushed off of Anthony and with the last of her strength, ran towards Alexandra. She heard shouts behind her, but she couldn't let Alexandra die. Not like this. Conjuring up a sword, she severed the head of the beast that held unto Alexandra. Out the corner of her eye, Eleanor saw Alexandra scramble up. Huffing and trying to stop her knees from buckling, Eleanor tiredly turned-