American Nightmare Supernatural Novels & Stories

The absolute, horrifying realization hit them like a physical blow. The blood. Where the sniper round had blown through the flesh, it hadn't bled like a normal Lycan. The dark pool rapidly seeping into the mountain mud had been unnaturally thick, streaked with a strange, synthetic, oily metal substance. In the chaotic, adrenaline-fueled panic of securing the terrified twins, Fennigan and Jax had completely written the bizarre fluid off as a toxic side effect of whatever dark, elemental magic Damon had been practicing. "Ah," Damon smiled widely, his dark eyes gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights as he watched the horrifying truth finally dawn on their faces. "You do remember the oil. W

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.

This is serious and would definitely fuel war. Zane looks furious. I’m stunned as Ghost laughs his ass off at the humans dying. Someone screams for an ambulance. Some people are dialing 911 in hopes that they might be able to help the humans. Every human in the club is sick and dying. Their symptoms are slightly different, which means they all took something different. Zane is yelling at Ghost to explain himself. It’s a disaster. All of it is bad. This is what would spark a war, a war we don’t need. It's worse than we could imagine. The human authorities arrive, and all hell breaks loose as they try to take out supernaturals that come near them. It’s a mess. No, it’s a disaster and a nightma

She stopped in her tracks and turned towards him. “Is it real?” “What?” “The vampire pact.” “It's very real. Once made by a vampire, it cannot be broken.” “What happens if it gets broken?” Hadassah asked with curiosity. Aamon fell silent for a while, before saying, “Terrible things. One of them is death.” Hadassah's eyes widened in amazement. “Woah.” She continued walking towards her car. “Where is she?” She asked. “Asleep. At home.” “Thank you.” She added gratefully. “I don't know what I would have done without you.”

“I saw all of the dead girls. They were impaled on dead trees, and there was a this…this thing with red eyes standing guard around them.” Azazel frowns and gestures to a nearby chair. “Tell us everything and start from the beginning.” Without another word, I maneuver her wavering form toward the empty chair. Amara gives me a grateful smile and slumps down. We wait with bated breath as she sits there and begins her story. “When I touched the book, it looked like the words were flowing to me. Then, there was this glow…” She stops and looks at the book again as if waiting for it to do it again. “When I woke up, I was in another place. The world…the world was covered in cinder like someone burne

He saw one of his classmates and was only able to tell them he thought he was going into shock. Amber saw Mara turn both the parents with her vampiric blood and slaved them into being part of the clan. Then the vision stopped, and Amber fell to her knees. Never had she had a vision so detailed or so real. She had to call her dad and mom again. This could not be just a change in her power. This had to be something else. She felt Henry’s pain and shock. She felt his distress and helpless guilt. She knew something had changed, but this was something more.

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

he asks me, furrowing my eyebrows and taking another step towards me. Then, at that moment, a scream escapes from the depths of my throat as I cower and, millisecond after the fact, a grouping of images begins to streak before my eyes. I see the fear specialists killing Belasko, the main product that Angel and Sasha watched in the copyist's night, and a group of crows advancing from inside his chest; Sassa in her room, totally terrified and trying to close her ceiling window before a hand yanks the seat she's on; I see fear specialists appearing in Dark Potland and passing by the Angels' vehicle while they're stuck in trouble; each of the young people who grabbed and transformed in their exa

Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a strange stinging sensation in my left shoulder. "Wait.. what was that? What have you done to me?" I was scared and unable to move from the spot. My legs instantly collapsed causing me to end up in a heap on the forest ground. "No!" I heard someone scream but then everything around me went dark.

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”