Becoming Supernatural Meditations Novels & Stories

Through meditation and spiritual ceremonies, I rekindled the dormant flame of my wolf, nurturing the bond that had been threatened by separation. As I ventured deeper into this clandestine world, I realized that the human understanding of reality was limited, a mere sliver of the vast tapestry of existence. I no longer sought validation from a society that thrived on conformity. Instead, I embraced my uniqueness, my connection to the supernatural realm, and the truths that resonated within me.

Falling more, I mean… Maybe acting a little more professional towards him would help? I cleared my throat before speaking again. "Yes. I am as ready as I am ever going to be. Shall we begin the training?" I asked in a brisk tone. He raised his brow at the sudden change in my attitude, but thankfully didn't make any comments on it. "First thing you have to do is learn to meditate. Strengthening your psychic energy may even help you regain your memories. You have to find peace within yourself first before you could realise your true powers," he said.

Golden's eyes lighted, he guessed that those strange pictures were another legacy and that the prerequisite was obtaining some mastery in Body Illusion first. He decided to focus on practicing the spell until the others finished learning it. Being in the front of the wall was the best spot to meditate about the spell and improve it. That was better than only improving it by practicing it. Golden's speed increasing his proficiency in Body Illusion could only be explained as monstrous. The more he focused and meditated about the wall, the quicker he improved, he was even starting to be able to understand the mysterious pictures. In a mere hour, Golden improved the spell until level six, the he

I’ve never been in one of those sensory deprivation chambers—the ones where people float around in salt water so they can use their superpowers, or just get in touch with their inner self—but I imagined this is what that must feel like. Coming back to my body after the second Transformation serum application can only be described as otherworldly. Every fiber of my being seemed to be vibrating on a higher plane. It was both religious and supernatural at the same time.

Ashton and Scarlett running freely, giggling and plucking flowers, their unadulterated joy was sufficient to knock me out of alcohol’s daze. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers in my hair, congratulating myself. “Being a supernatural creature is fun! It can increase your alcohol tolerance. You don’t remain that drunk after two and a half bottles. Good job, whisperer Helena!” Disregarding Amelia’s advice of going to bed early, I washed my face with the pond’s cold water, preparing for a meditation session. Zayden has asked me for help, and this time, it was my chance to set things straight with him

Intrigued, I closed my eyes, allowing the melody to guide me deeper into my meditation. As I descended into the depths of my consciousness, I found myself in a realm unlike any I had visited before. It was a place of shadows and whispers, where fragments of visions danced just beyond my grasp. I reached out, stretching my senses, trying to catch hold of the ephemeral threads. The voices grew louder, urging me forward, promising revelations and truths. But as I drew closer, a sense of foreboding tingled in the air. Suddenly, a jolt shook me from my reverie. I opened my eyes, gasping for breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Something had disturbed my meditation and ripped me away from the re

After giving a brief remark, the Omniscient Deity turned to leave. Meanwhile, James continued staring at the ravine. He never thought he would part ways with Thea just like that. The custodian had told him that purifying one’s Demonic Energy would require at least a couple of years. Now that they had parted ways, James could not help but wonder when they would meet again. Thus, he did not leave immediately. Rather, he sat in a lotus position on the ground and meditated, transmitting information about the secret Supernatural art into his mind.

In and out. "Now, while maintaining that breathing pattern, I want you to focus on trying to call out to your wolf," Azumi continued, her voice becoming more distant. "Reach inside yourself, past all the fear and doubt and human consciousness. Reach for the wild part of yourself that you've been suppressing." I kept breathing deeply, pushing past the thoughts trying to intrude—worries about the hunters, concerns about Zayne's family, fears about what I might become. Gradually, I felt myself sinking deeper into a meditative state. I could feel nothing and hear nothing except the calm silence within me. It was peaceful in a way I'd never experienced, like floating in warm water with no gravity

Well, Ayleen has said a lot more about what they have to do today but Charlotte completely zoned out when she realized that she won’t be able to remember it all in any case. After the breakfast, Charlotte quickly took a shower and did her meditation hoping to see if she could get any more information on the supernaturals but to her utter disappointment the species didn’t show up in her meditation this time. After her meditation and journaling, she decided to read the books that matt has given her, the ones about the supernaturals. She started reading the book and kept a blank paper and a pen at her side so she could write down the name of the supernatural she feels she resonates with.

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.