Ao3 Supernatural Novels & Stories

Now 3rd person POV: Hi, I'm Lagertha so quick little information, the supernatural world exists take it from me. Although most don't know I'm actually a hybrid, in a way at least, my parents were both hybrids and of course it passed on to me. The blood that has passed onto me is daemon, werewolf, vampire and witch. Surprise, surprise there the only supernatural creatures out there. It might seem nice, but usually it just puts a giant target on your back, but the power you hold is absolutely amazing. My parents are dead, have been for awhile, but lets not stress on that, I do pretty good.

Miles inquires in his small, quiet voice. “Yes. I've...” I turn to Shane again. “I’ve seen that creature before.” “Where?” “In my previous town, Ashbrae. It was there on the night my parents were killed.” I watch as Shane narrows his gaze on me, his lips quivering slightly. “Are you saying…” I suck in a slow, shaky breath. “This Dreadborn... it murdered my parents.” I glance at all three of them. “And marked me.” All three boys go silent briefly. Shane slides both hands into the pockets of his jean jacket and exhales. “So not only are you not a true born werewolf, but you got turned into one by Dreadborn?"

It was as if everywhere suddenly went cold as Lincoln stared at me wide-eyed. “You made an oath, Lincoln, don't lie to me.” “T-they we're all eliminated, none was left breathing.” He states, my chest felt like I had been pricked. Oh no, Aturion couldn- “Where is Aturion?” “What's with all these quest-” “Answer me!” I yelled, tossing my jewelry box on the ground, Lincoln barely flinched. “ Aturion is a realm of the Supernatural afterlife that werewolves and beings created by the moon goddess aspire in life to enter upon their death.” He says, making my eyes open wide in horror.

We fought with every ounce of strength within us, channeling the power of our connection to vanquish the darkness that had plagued our lives. In a final climactic battle, we emerged victorious. The entity was banished, its hold over us broken. We had overcome the supernatural forces that had threatened to tear us apart, reaffirming the unbreakable bond that bound our souls. With the threat vanquished, we returned to the peaceful existence we had yearned for. But we knew that the supernatural realm would forever be intertwined with our lives. We became guardians of the balance between light and darkness, protectors of the realms unseen.

Andrew sighed, as he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. “For all Supernatural’s?” I asked. “Yes. You have a vamp and a Lycan mate, it’s been thought that since that is the case that you’d be less likely to start a war with either of those species.” Wepwawet informed us. “But Declan doesn’t know about the Lycan, remember?” I say looking directly at Wepwawet. Wepwawet laughs again, “I know. I can’t wait to see this tomorrow.”

world peace among the different supernatural races since our family reigns three of the most dominant ones-- the Werewolves, the Northern Witches, and the Vampires. I, Blair Claudette Kendall Cavanaugh-Sperova… oh, I know it's such a very long name, and I wouldn't give a fudge to write it all on a piece of paper. Then add up Winsley on my legal married name, and damn, this is already intense madness. However, I love it more than anything. But not as much as I love my Pryce.

I gasped, looking at the black script inked above the illumination: “INCUBUS: A Fowl Daemon that preys on Mortal wymen. Through sexual congress, it feeds off Mortal souls.” My eyes grew wide as saucers. “Incubus?” I said, the strange word rolling off my tongue. Wasn't that a band? Disgust roiled in my stomach. My finger traced the text, searching. “CONTRACT WYTH INCUBI: Should a Mortal woman desyre sexual power over men, she may bind herself to an Incubus. This, however, is duly advysed against, being altogether foolysh. A Mark is placed upon her, and the Incubus partially feeds off the sexual enyrgies derived from congress. But that is not the onlie thing he feeds off of. The Mort

Her sight was locked onto a male figure in black and two females wearing the same pale rose robe. “Hevian…” As soon as she whispered his name, Una’s chest tightened. Her breathing went unsteady. The two females kissed Hevian’s cheeks and giggled. How could Hevian smile that way, knowing he killed his mate? Inside Una’s body, the red orb was activated and slowly devouring her mana spherule. As the flashback of her death came to her mind again, she could not control the pulsating hate in her heart. Her invisibility was slowly disintegrating. Hevian immediately felt her presence when Una finally revealed herself.

To be honest, he himself didn't know about the girl who worked with Colton. Ambrose’s eyes widened upon hearing the ‘SUPERNATURAL’ words. Okay, he wasn’t expecting this. The relationship between Supernatural hunters and supernatural creatures was like a vampire and human; those hunters were tempted to kill powerful creatures in the same way a vampire was tempted to kill a human by sucking his “And North and west are surrounded by the vampires,” Theodore informed. The south area wasn’t secured because he never felt it necessary as it was until now. “What?” Ambrose growled. “How could I never sense them?”

"Three of them—identical triplets. They're senior students in the Elemental Magic department. And they're all mated to the same female." Sebastian's eyebrows shoot up. "A shared mate?" His wolf bristles at the concept, instinctively rejecting the idea of sharing what belongs to him. The very thought makes his arm tighten around Lyric's waist. Riley nods enthusiastically, clearly delighted to be the source of supernatural gossip. "The Draconis triplets share a single mate. It's a dragon thing—apparently when they're hatched as multiples, they're destined to share. Their mate is some water elemental. I've only seen her once, but she's gorgeous—all ethereal and glowy.'“