Novel & Cerita Ao3 Supernatural

1) John Ozais Screeman Being : Supernatural Specie : ? Role : MC 2) Khloe Dave Being : Supernatural Specie Former : Human Former : Telepathic siphoner Role : MC, John's best friend 3) Maria Being : Supernatural Specie : Modern Witch Role : MC, John's girlfriend formerly. Currently : John's ex girlfriend. 4) Jace Being : Supernatural Specie : Traditional Warlock Role : Maria's father. 5) Juliet Being : Supernatural Specie : Traditional Witch

"He-I think we broke up." The bed creaks when she sits on the edge beside me. "Because of you being here?" I nod, blinking back tears. "Yeah, he uh thought I'd let a vamp drink..." Can't finish the words. He knows that my folks had been attacked by something in the woods that night when I was little. How on Earth would he believe I would hook up with a supernatural after a few days of being here? "Bastard." She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth. Purple strands are woven into her dark hair and slide across her cheek from the ceiling fan and she brushes them back.

Hi guys 👋. This is my new story THE GRIMIORE Aroura was a nineteen year old human girl, she mistakingly came in contact with a magical crystal which led her to the supernatural world where different races existed. Not the rose colored fairytales she read in books and watched in movies, but also a dark and twisted labyrinth in which she could get lost forever. It was both a blessing and a curse casted upon her to find A book called THE GRIMOIRE OF DARK FORCES in which the only way to kill an Ancient witch and save the world was written.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Chuckling, I nodded my head, "of course." "The supernatural world is real, Clarissa. Those stories you read and write. It is all true... well, most of it. Humans have watered down truths over the generations, but the basics are still valid. Brantley, Antonio, and I; are all supernatural creatures. There are a lot of us out there. Many species are coexisting together." She replied softly, "You are not crazy, Clarissa." "So, what are you? A fire demon or something?" I asked as Alyssa burst into laughter, shaking her head.

It felt good to talk to someone who understood her, and she knew she could count on Sara to support her no matter what. She finished her tea and went back to her laptop, determined to learn everything she could about the supernatural world. She searched through various forums and blogs, looking for any information that could help her. She read about how vampires and werewolves had been at war for centuries, and how their kind had evolved to become more powerful. As she scrolled through the pages, she came across an article that caught her attention. It was about a secret society of hunters who specialized in killing supernatural beings. They were known as the Order of the Phoenix, and they h

Sandra had no mother and naturally Caius took Sandra as his responsibility, initially she was just one of the head organizer of the house having the ultimate authority of everyone else until one night, Caius went into heat, like werewolves, Vampires also had mates, but there was a difference, unlike werewolves not all Vampires were blessed with the mate, only 50% of the vampires had the chance to find their mates, and Caius surely wasn't in that percentage. Yet, going into heat was natural for every supernatural creature, in the past he randomly used to select prostitutes to salvage his need, but that one night, Sandra jumped forward and took him to her room, he tried to warn her and reasone

As soon as she finished, they knew what species was she talking about. “You already know that the first one is a wolf,” Azraiel started telling her about the supernaturals. “The second one is Vampire, it’s the only supernatural that has red eyes even in human form and fangs at the same time.” He glanced at Ayleen for a second and then moved his eyes back to her. “The third could be a witch since it’s the most possible one out of the three species that have purple eyes and the fourth sounds like an elf.” “I thought there were only three…” Charlotte’s voice trails as she is unable to finish the sentence, feeling equally frustrated and scared.

I go back to bed, open my notebook and start to write. I write about supernatural creatures, like werewolves, vampires, dragons, and witches. Some days earlier I had a vision or something like that and started to write about this Alpha werewolf who also happens to be a vampire. A hybrid in the mids of war, betrayal, and heartbreak. A story where he finds his mate and a misunderstanding rips her from his side. Wonder what the cards of fate hold in his favor…

“The more I fight against involving myself with you three, the more hopeless I become. I don’t understand the attraction, but I keep wanting more. Silas, why am I so addicted to being near all three of you, even though you and Gunther seem to hate me?” Was this what True Intirmates were? Silas heard rumors about Soulbounds, creatures not just Intirmates, but Chosen by the Gods or Fates for each other. Could it be the three men were Soulbound to Catherine? The attraction was on a physical, emotional, and mental level. His entire being focused on where her body touched his, from her small hands against his shoulders to where her legs balanced over his calves. Silas could not help but gaze into