Becoming Supernatural Joe Dispenza Novels & Stories

"Josh, have you sent your men to guard Ethan?" "Yes, Sir," Josh replied. Meanwhile, Ethan himself was increasingly focused on his cultivation, trying to increase his strength. In his room, Ethan sat cross-legged, concentrating his energy. He intended to meditate for two days. The aura around him began to change, and a strong spiritual energy began to surround him. Meanwhile, in another place, Joe Moore was extremely upset. "What the hell happened to that damn kid? How could he be that strong?" Joe growled angrily. Beam, who always accompanied Joe, replied, "Sir, I think Ethan does have supernatural powers. Actually, it was the right decision to make Ethan a business tool."

He asked, "Is this what power feels like? It feels amazing! Die, you insects!" Joey went from a beginner Sanctuary level cultivator to a peak Sanctuary level cultivator because of the historical halberd. He never felt so powerful, so he was deranged. The powerful spiritual pressure pressed the Cooks on the floor. They were suffering and fearful. They looked at Joey cautiously because they were scared witless. Joey was incomprehensibly more powerful than them, so they had to be afraid. Wilbur put Dark Disperse away. Various colors of spiritual flames instantly ignited on his right fist, giving off powerful spiritual pressure.

I looked at Josephine and felt flushed, heat on my neck. “Nai Nai, they call him the Supernatural Professor.” Dorothy guffawed. “That must qualify as a fresh department in the university.” She teased. “You have quite a number of battles that were chronicled in articles both locally and abroad,” Josephine commented. “Unique encounters, I have to admit,” I added. “The sort of adventures many of us can only dream of,” Josephine added. I could invite you for my next adventure, I thought, but I quickly snubbed out the idea.

Since he had been discovered, Chad simply walked forward. As he got closer, Chad noticed something strange about Jojo—her pupils were vertical slits, reminding him of demonization! That was when an animal practitioner took over a human body with their spirit, a process known as demonization! Before Jojo could ask a question, Chad asked, "You're not Jojo. Who are you?" Jojo smiled seductively and extended her delicate leg out of the water, teasing Chad. "Don't you want to enjoy this fine body first?"

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

“But being turned is not a joke. Not a novelty. Not a fashion statement. You cannot reverse it, you cannot undo it, and it will change everything you are.” Mae laughed lightly, tilting her head. “Well, technically, I’m already dead inside, so how much worse can it be?” Rowan’s lip twitched. “You’re funny.” “I try,” Mae said, smirking. “But seriously. Let’s say I wanted to do it. What would I even—?” “Stop right there,” Rowan interrupted, voice low, dangerous. “Step one: you do not go to a newly-turned. You want someone with experience. Someone at least… three hundred years old. If not older.”

If he were in a coma, he would be released from jail and put in a hospital, and I couldn’t let that happen because then Abby’s mom could get to him and he wouldn’t be able to finish his deal with Lucifer, meaning Abby and I would always have the threat of Zeus coming for her lingering over our heads. I needed Joe to die and come to Hell, just not yet, and I needed him conscious to finish the deal with Luci. “Come on, Joe!” I whispered through clenched teeth as I continued trying to resuscitate him. His eyes shot open and he inhaled deeply, looking startled. He didn’t move anything but his eyes back and forth, I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that he was wondering if he was dead or a

He did not interrupt Joe but waited for Joe to finish talking before he said, “Director Pennywise, I’m very well and I’m doing fine. Please don’t worry about me.” Joe felt relieved at last after hearing that. “Great then, very well. Oh, right, where are you? I shall come and pick you up at once. We can’t not have you at the martial arts cup!” Zayn said, “I will return by myself very soon.” Joe did not insist but urged Zayn to return as soon as possible. Hearing the urgency in Joe’s voice, Zayn immediately asked, “Did something else happen within the last 24 hours while I was away?”

Malachi paused and looked at each of the men sitting around the room. “You expect us to believe that you’re a werewolf and you are fighting in a war against a delusional Alpha.” Connor sneered. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Harlow, you are wasting my time when I could be doing something productive.” Connor stood. Joe matched his action and smirked at him. “You asked for it, bro.” Joe pulled off his shirt and lowered his pants. Within a split second, a large cracking and crunching sound filled the room. Joe’s body distorted, bones shifted into place, fur sprouted over his body, and he grew at least two feet.

Before she could fall, I slipped my arms around her and gently pulled her bruised body against my chest. Her eyelids slowly began to close. She looked up at me one last time, and a faint smile touched her lips. “So… there really is… a God,” she whispered. Then she lost consciousness in my arms. “I’m Luke Paul! No one messes with me!” the man shouted from the ground, struggling against the belt around his wrists. “You’ll regret this! I swear I’ll find you, and I’ll have you killed!” I didn’t even look back. Holding my unconscious mate carefully against my chest, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her to keep her warm from the cold night air.