Amelia Novak Supernatural Novels & Stories

“She’s smug.” “Darkness is smug,” Tensel corrected. Damonq shrugged. “Right now, she is Darkness. Everything that comes out of her mouth is because he’s her puppet master and is controlling her.” “It’s important that you understand Amelia is a victim in all this. She’s being controlled, it isn’t her choice.” Tensel was adamant. “She can fight him. Not allow him to swallow her whole.” “She’s fourteen, Damonq, and not ancient. She is without shields of any kind. She was taken before Elina was and subjected to Darkness’s form of rape. He also managed to invade her mind somehow.” There was a clear reprimand in Tensel’s voice.

she looked down at her palms, confused. Amelia scanned Suki, her eyes stopping at her necklace. “What is that? It’s glowing?” “What? Oh, my necklace?” She held it and flinched, “Ow! It’s hot.” “That’s a clear quartz, right?” Everett questioned. “The crystal of healing.” Suki nodded. “I know what you’re thinking, but–” “But nothing,” Amelia interrupted. “I was being attacked in the spirit world. There was a darkness blocking me and ambushing my soul, which is why my physical body was falling apart. Suki, you saved me and made it so I could come back.”

She found the edge of the bed, perching on it, her ears itching to hear what news Amelia brought that made Novak abandon his favorite meal in that manner. "We used every means possible." She began, her hand reaching into a hidden pouch on her belt, "It was almost impossible." Amelia finally produced a small, rolled-up piece of parchment, its edges singed and blackened. It wasn't the usual scroll Naya was used to. This one bore the marks of a powerful and taxing ritual. "It was almost…" Amelia continued, but Novak cut her off, his voice bearing urgency. "Amelia, what does it say?" He was losing his patience.

Now I wasn't so big on Religion but I did believe in God,Heaven and Hell so hearing this from them made me pretty scared. "Amelia we curse you and everything that you will ever lay your hands on. You will not find favor in any of your other lives, your generation is cursed forever!" Both my mom and Amelia shouted the last part and when they opened their mouths, dozens of flies flew out and they came right to me.The zombies decomposed to insects of different kind: cockroaches,spiders,ant and some that I didn't even know existed. I still was not able to move or do anything at all. All I felt was the pain that came from these insects biting and crawling all over my body.

The last of the jagged cracks near us sealed. Far away, the outer edges of the realm remained fractured—but stable. Contained. The skies glowed softer, less like a storm and more like a library of living possibilities. The child looked up at Mia. “Who are you now?” she asked. Mia exhaled, shoulders sagging. “I’m still me,” she said. “Still your Queen of Supernatural. But I’m not your only anchor anymore.” Her gaze swept across the invisible network of bonds. “We’re all holding the story now. Together.”

"Let's not celebrate yet. We've just taken down one out of thousands of thousands of ghosts out there, it's too early to celebrate." "What a killjoy!" Tamara said as everybody stopped cheering. "So what about her?" Norman asked pointing to Amelia who is still unconscious. Everyone looked at Xen wondering what his suggestion would be. "We'll bring her with us till we can find out who she is and what the ghosts want from her," Xen answered. "wait! She sees ghosts right?" Carlos asked. Tamara nodded. "That means she is going to be one of us." "I don't think so. We have no idea who she is...taking her in and making her one of us isn't a good thing." Tamara said.

she whispered, determination firm in her voice, “I can find the answers I seek.” Amelia stood, testing the ground with her boot before proceeding, her heart racing as she prepared to cross into the ruins. As she stepped forward, the earth beneath her shifted unexpectedly, revealing a patch of sinking sand that threatened to swallow her whole. Instinct kicked in—her werewolf reflexes kicking up a notch. She leaped back, supernatural agility propelling her clear of danger just in time.

"Easier said than done. If it was that easy, you should have come and do it by yourself. She is not the type to be taken down easily." The female voice responded. I couldn't recognize the voice. Whom were they talking about? Who do they want to bring down? "Really. She is a fucking woman like you. Amora is just like you. I need results as soon as possible." I darted back, with my hand going to my mouth, with every shock wave in my body activated. Amora? They are planning to take me down? Who are these people? Where did they come from? Was there a mole in my pack?

she whispered coldly. With a flick of her arm, she hurled him away like a rag doll. He crashed into the ground, cracking the earth beneath him. Meanwhile, Amelia, though human and physically powerless, was a storm of arcane destruction. She had spent years at the side of the Head Witch, learning forbidden spells and collecting ancient curses. Now, she poured all of that dark knowledge into a single, desperate act.

“I only found out what it was after using my Alpha Sight on Morana. She’s found out that my mother was in a sort of cult who worships the creature and sacrificed her life for the entity to be attached to Morana.” Nova winces. “That’s harsh. Those close to us seem to be the ones who cause us the most pain,” she says, and something tells me she knows exactly what she’s talking about. “But luckily, Caterina has told me what to do to get rid of this monster.” When we reach the living room, Camellia and Morana look up expectantly. Camellia, seeing Nova for the first time, stands and extends a hand. “Hi, I’m Camellia,” she says. “I don’t think we’ve ever met before.... have we? ”