American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h

My consciousness faded to black. My body leaped in a heap as sparks flew from my arm through the rest of my body, erasing the pain from my limbs and torso. I gratefully panted, surprised I was still living. What just happened? As my body heaved breaths I never knew I'd be able to take again, movement to the left caught my eye. Squinting to see in the moonlight, the movement swirled around, making me dizzy. What is going on? As if on cue, the shadows came out from the trees and into a patch of moonlight. The glistening black fur of Nathan's wolf and the ghastly sight of a raging vampire rolling and fighting in a heap made me realize what was going on again.

she said. "Thanks." "Seriously, Brynn. What's going on?" I told her about the dreams. The forest. The eyes. The voice. Farrah's face went pale. "That's not a normal nightmare," she said. "That's a psychic attack. Someone is reaching into your mind." "Who?" "I don't know. But someone powerful." She lowered her voice. "There are wolves who can do that. Old families. Dark bloodlines. The kind that worship the Blood Moon."

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

[Image: A woman with glowing white hair and void-black eyes looking through a mirror at a girl clutching her heart] ### The Dying of the Light Around us, the world I had just "freed" began to turn into a nightmare of technical errors. The grey grass, which had been soft and real, started to display "WATERMARK" symbols in a faint, translucent white. The sapphire wildflowers flickered like failing neon signs. Even the survivors in the distance—the shifters and the humans who had just begun to embrace—were freezing in place, their bodies becoming semi-transparent as if they were being "Un-Licensed."

Hybrid". Callum stuttered. He was more normal than before, still not fully. Stephen smiled a bit. "Hybrid. It's a mixture of Vampire and Werewolf. My Mother was a vampire. Mated to a Wolf. Which is fatal by the way. But she had some supernatural powers so... My Dad.. A pure blood wolf. He was the Alpha of the pack. That made my mom Luna, second in command.

"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."

One doesn’t even get the chance to run before the wolf; Damon, I later learn is the one who ordered the food, grabs him and slams him into the concrete like he’s nothing but laundry. The others scream and scatter. Too late. He moves too fast, with sharp looking claws. They fall one by one; groaning, bleeding, and definitely regretting their entire bloodline. I should run. Any normal girl would run. But I've seen too many unnatural events to be normal. More like developed an immunity to abnormality. After all Ravencrest had always been a city of supernatural happenings, but this…this was peak. I whisper, “Wow.” His head snaps toward me.

I needed it so bad that I could cry. I got out of bed quicky and rushed to the windows. I slid them open and dashed out onto the balcony, immediately taking in a deep, long breath. I wasn’t normally this shaken after a nightmare. Maybe it was because I knew I didn’t have any milk this time to supress my emotions, or the plain fact that I was now actually living in the house of the man who was my greatest subconscious fear. He had already left for Mexico, but his presence was still heavy in the mansion. And everybody here worshipped the ground he walked on. Wherever he was, I was never going to be free.

But enough. "Then we do it. Sarah, how fast can you compile our footage?" "Give me twelve hours." "You have six. We release before Hale does." The next hours are frantic. Sarah and her team edit footage—the Nevada rescue, the Montana operation, testimony from freed prisoners. Evidence of Order crimes spanning decades. They create a narrative: Supernaturals are real, yes. But they're not the monsters. The Crimson Order—humans—are the monsters, perpetrating genocide, torture, experimentation.