Bedtime Stories Supernatural Novels & Stories

Raising an eyebrow, he stared curiously at Katia. Katia continued into the room acting oblivious to her uncle’s curious stare. She started showing him the different books in her library. “Look Uncle, I have books about each titan, god, demigod, angel, and mystical creatures.” Moving along the shelves she showed him the section with the human stories and fairytales. The next section was her favorite. She excitedly told Cronos, “I even have all the books written about us and other supernatural creatures by humans. Next, I am going to add a movie theater room. One like the packhouse had and all the supernatural movies made by humans and supernatural’s alike.” Katia was beaming at him with this

Father had always talked about very pale creatures who roam the night looking for blood from humans, he called them bloodsuckers and he made sure to tell me stories about them every night before he tucked me into. So I didn't only get to learn about "The Cinderella story"! “Are you vampire?”I ask shocked and wishing that am wrong but the speechless and guilty look on his face proves that am right.. “Shit!, this can’t be happening,”I whisper quickly backing away from him.. As sexy as he may seem, have been warned about his kind, although I never took the warning seriously like who would? But it seems those bedtims stories are actually real! Here I was thinking my dad only told me those Storie

I Said, Leaving Once in the library, I went to get a book on behavioral psychology and started reading it on the spot. An hour later, as I was lost in my thoughts, I started thinking about Nate again. About his hand gripping my arm and him pleading with me not to say anything... I looked around me and saw students holding books on the supernatural. That's when it occurred to me to take a look at the books on supernatural creatures. "Vampires, Jinns, Ghosts... Damn it."

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

“I’ve heard the stories too. The children whisper about it when they think no one’s listening. Something wild. A shadow running through the trees. A lone figure seen at the edge of the mist when the moon is full.” “They said it was a beast,” Greer scoffed. “A curse.” “They said it was someone living in the forest,” Harst countered. “A girl. A ghost. Or a witch. But always alone.” Greer scoffed. “Children’s tales. Nothing more.” “Then what do we call this?” Callen gestured toward Samantha’s motionless form. “A fever dream? A lost wanderer who stripped off her clothes in the dead of night and ran through bramble until her body collapsed?”

Damon says, and I look at him, nibbling at my tongue nervously. "Look, understand that we are also supernaturals, but you also should understand that we supernatural students are not the only supernatural creatures that exist in this underworld. There are also other supernaturals that roam about every single night, and they are not minors at all. They are those that carry around the ranks of the elderly ones or alphas, and they also roam around at night, picking up anything they can find as victims. If we are not strong and capable enough to defend ourselves and fight back, we might probably end up in their pet residence or probably in their meals." "Okay, enough of the frightening story," I

Many of them still remembered her father telling them the stories around the campfire and if nobody else bought her books, they sure as hell would! Gabriella knew that her books would sell since humans had a natural infatuation with the supernatural and she could hardly sleep when they finally went to bed in the early hours of the morning. Her mind was overflowing with ideas about which story to start with until she settled on the biggest one of them all. The story of how the moon goddess was created. Yes, that was the perfect place to start the book. She would tell the story of the moon goddess and how much she loved her werewolf children.

I’m so engrossed in his story that I didn’t notice the other supernaturals had retreated to their cabins. The supernatural stands up. “There’s a hidden library beneath our village that holds more answers. Seek it out if you wish to learn more,” he states before he leaves us alone by the fire.

She often spent her days with Damien and nights sleeping over either with Heather or Bethany. She hated him. She could see from the start that Dave was sus. He was hella scary but her mother loved him. It was as if she was under some kind of curse. She tried warning her mother about him countless times but love is blind, so Shanice saw nothing wrong with her relationship.