Becoming Supernatural Book Novels & Stories

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

I feel myself tense, my babies start to move in an uncomfortable way, and I lay on the grass trying to find a position that would calm them. As I look back to Caleb, I see him blowing more deadly fire at Ignitious, causing him to shield himself. I hear whimpers and my head snaps to the origin of it, there I see the necromancer I hurt, leaning to the big object, and pouring his blood into it. The symbols start to glow, and the strange object seems to react to the liquid by absorbing it. I watch in shock how the creature drains himself of his life essence to give the machine-like object, life.

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

I have been taught to master my powers to serve the greater good. I had so many untold encounters with the spirits and supernatural beings from the other worlds, and that day with the Colonel, I had a feeling I would add another chapter to those chronicles.

Will she be able to guard the peace treaty? This is the journey of three supernaturals, two known and one yet to be discovered! 🌟🌟🌟 A/N This book is a dark, mature and historically a little retro futuristic in few things. Read it on your accord! Love❤️ Titan!

The spark of limitless uniqueness and the spark of life but I turned the tables over and chose how I saw myself, how I saw it all, and I reaffirmed, I called myself and my gift the spark that beholds the antiquity of foreordination, the spark of creation and destruction, the spark of doom and cataclysm, the spark of "Apocalypse And Of Chaos." With all the power I beheld, just a single gaffe sent me on a whole different path, a mistake that poured sand, ashes and liquor upon my spark. And a path that occurred faster than it could have been said or penned down. Little did I realise all these were just the spark of a new life but before it all, comes the spark of Apocalypse and the downfall of

Then her voice: "Sara? Yes, I'm seeing it too. Get your equipment and get over here. And call the council. They're going to want to see this." I looked at my family – my vampire husband now sparkling with cosmic potential, my daughter glowing with new hybrid power, and our void being friend practically vibrating with excitement. "Well," I said, watching as my own form settled into something that felt more right than either cosmic or human had alone, "I guess the supernatural world is about to get a lot more interesting." First's form brightened. "Like when try new recipe with grilled cheese?" I sighed. Some things, apparently, never evolve.

I was still shocked at Carson’s betrayal, but I had to act chill around Aurora first so I’d get out of here first. “It’s not that hard to get him on my side at all, he needs his mate back after all.” She said, walking around the room to get things together. I was even tied to the wall by a chain. “So you no longer work for the former Alpha king?” She let out a very loud laughter, the voice echoing through the forest. I knew she wasn’t normal human anymore, she had a lot of supernatural powers embedded in her, but the voice that sounded didn’t sound like it had any human connection with it anymore.

I chuckled, toying with the tip of the knife and picking it up again to keep chopping the veggies. “Do you sleep in coffins?” the question left my mouth before I could stop myself. “What has these books been telling you?” I heard his footsteps behind me. My breath hitched for a second because I thought he was coming up behind me but he surprised me by going over to the other side of the counter, dropping his elbows on it. He looked genuinely curious. “A lot of things actually.” I responded. “I mean, some of them sound really far-fetched but others don't. You have heightened senses, super strength and speed, you love to stay out of sight and you don't eat.” I added.

It’s starting to get too exhausting, new strange things every now and then, as if the world itself is trying to warn me of something coming. And now there’s my body changing in ways I can’t explain. The sudden heat spreading through me, the way my hearing sharpens out of nowhere, the strange pulse in my chest and most especially the intoxicating scent, all of it doesn’t feel normal. Am I not human? No, that’s impossible. I have to be human. If I weren’t, why would I have been abandoned? I was abandoned because I’m human… right? Yes, that has to be it. So why is my body changing like this? Maybe it’s just a small leftover trait from having supernatural parents. That has to be it. It has to.