Bedtime Stories Supernatural Novels & Stories

I rolled my sleeves up, gazing over the recently closed cases, and filing them into the proper categories. Vampire Shifter. Ghost. Demon. Boogeyman. Etc. I'd make a new file if we came across a new type of monster. The scent of strawberries filled my nose as Lucy plopped onto my lap, setting her laptop down to scroll the schedule. I brushed her longer blonde hair over her shoulder, peppering kisses against her throat. When we were human, her pulse would jump, but her reactions were still the same. She'd lean against my mouth, humming in contentment. "We have a Silas Devant at 10."

Perhaps I should also talk to Bobby, to get the whole story. I crawled under my covers and tried to sleep. I had a hard time falling to sleep, eventually I did, to only have terrible dreams. I dreamed about Annabella hanging from the ceiling with blood dripping down into a large puddle. She held her hands out to me pleading for help, I tried to get to her, but, I was stuck in some weird brown goo, which kept pulling me under. I cried out for help and no one came. I awoke with a start, to see light beginning to shine through my window from the rising sun. It was time to get up for school.

Briar babbled. “Briar, you are a rare, special person with an important destiny. Your parents never mentioned this at any point while you were growing up?” Misha asked again. ‘Got cha!’ Misha thought, slamming the trap shut. “Briar, do you believe in the supernatural?” she asked. “Supernatural? Like vampires, ghosts, and werewolves? That kind of supernatural?” Briar asked, getting annoyed with the game of do you believe. “Werewolves are real, ancient, and lethal.” She started, but Briar cut her off.

However, the means to do so had always eluded me. "How can I do that?" I asked, eager for guidance. The woman's face lit up with a knowing smile. "Luna, are you aware of the legend of the dead coming back to life?" she asked quietly. The idea sounded grim, but it made me curious. "I am not familiar with it. What does the legend say?" "In ancient times, it was believed that if someone stepped over a corpse, it could reanimate and transform into a monstrous being. To prevent any supernatural repercussions, the person who stepped over it would have to step over it again," the woman explained.

I pinch my eyes closed, suddenly feeling every bit of being a stupid, stupid pup. “The Midnight Protectors.” Protecting the dark. Well, what’s in the dark? All the things your parents warn you about, tell you are just tales meant to scare pups. The entire pack knows that the undead sleep below their surface, and moreover, they protect them. “The pack protects you during the day, while you sleep,” I ask, turning back to look at him.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

I asked, genuinely curious. "They say twilight is a supernatural hour—the witching hour. Creatures hiding in darkness emerge then, shape-shifting into human form or possessing actual humans who walk among us." His rich, velvety voice flowed like dark chocolate, making even this eerie tale enthralling. "These creatures might suddenly call your name. If you answer them, they'll devour your soul..." The mountain wind carried his words with mysterious undertones that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I paused for a few seconds, then decided to go along with it.

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "Um. Well, it was a gift and he wanted you to always have a piece of him" she lied. "Okay, I heard a story. A werewolf married a human, Terra. He was known as Supreme Genzzi. Now I want to believe those names don't have anything to do with my parents?" I asked again. How can she lie to me now that she obviously knows everything? "What kind of a movie is that?" She smiled. "This house belongs to my father! Why are you lying to me!?" I shouted. I was done with her lies. She is still lying to my face.

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c

On that note, dear reader, I invite you to come back to the Supernatural Spa so I can tell you more stories that thrill you and even offer you advice about the Paranormal. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying goodnight and fare thee well!