Best Supernatural Thrillers Novels & Stories

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were

Trey’s POV I don’t have much of a hobby growing up, I have always love reading tho, more than anything; and supernatural have manage to always being my favorite genre, I always get wild when my imagination about a whole different dimension went a bit too much, I never knew I will one day be open to this kind of world in reality. My favorite supernatural creature then is always a Phoenix, I love how powerful they are; they can destroy things in a second.

His eyes were bright with excitement. This wasn't the broken man I'd left. This was Blake in his element. Political theater. Playing on people's fears for personal gain. "For years, certain individuals with... unnatural abilities have hidden in our communities. They look like us. They live among us. But they are not us." My blood went cold. He was really doing it. Exposing the supernatural world. "These creatures have superhuman strength. They can change their appearance. They hunt in packs like wild animals. And they have been responsible for numerous disappearances and deaths across the country."

DEXTERA I rested my weight on her desk, lost in thought. Hard to believe, even. To me, the Unspun sounded more like abandoned werewolves the moon goddess discarded without care for. It was probably a good thing to have power capable of affecting the whole supernatural existence, but it was more of a death trap. If such a person existed, the supernatural predators—those who wield the topmost power—would never want such a person to exist. They'll hunt the person till he or she dies so they can remain in control.

No one expected to see an army of undead soldiers as Sharian had called them, matching through the living realm seeking to claim souls for the underworld. To think that we believed our greatest threat which isn’t much of a threat anymore were the Darhk's who were strictly in charge of causing chaos in the supernatural realm. Our angle of training now supersedes battles against the living but also includes dead souls as our foes. Taking from the entire battle, one would think that supernaturals would be crestfallen and afraid of the new development, but it’s rather the opposite. Due to the Luna’s second power surge, each supernatural has been given a renewed hope of a shorter stay in the huma

Suddenly a pale blue light was seen from the furthest corner of the pool, just next to the washrooms. "No, not again," Sam cried. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. He was shaking. Sam and I seemed to be moving normally but those around us were all in slow motion. "What do you mean not again, Sam," I yelled at him. "This is what happened before they took me the other day. Everything stopped moving and something came out of a blue light. Please don't let them take me again, please." I had never seen Sam that frightened before. He often got angry but never frightened. I pulled him out of the pool and told him to run as I stared at the blue light to see what was to come out of it. Sam was well

Or would the combined might of the Supreme God Destroyers crush him, leaving Fen's path of destruction unchecked? The situation took a dire turn. Lady Susan, a skeletal figure cloaked in swirling mist, materialized beside Ryan. Her eyes, glowing with an unnatural green light, held the promise of a horrifying demise. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of potent poison, a sickly green mist that rolled towards Wilson. The other Supreme God Destroyers, emboldened by their leader's recovery, charged at Wilson. A whirlwind of claws, fangs, and raw power engulfed the old wolf. He fought with a desperate ferocity, his secret technique still humming at the edge of his consciousness.

Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them. Hunters could not shift like any other shifters. Supernatural creatures could not catch human diseases and die but hunters could. Hunters did not have an immunity system as werewolves. Supernatural creatures can be killed by normal weapons but if silver is used then there is no chance for that creature to stay alive on other hand hunters could be killed by any weapons.

To be honest, he himself didn't know about the girl who worked with Colton. Ambrose’s eyes widened upon hearing the ‘SUPERNATURAL’ words. Okay, he wasn’t expecting this. The relationship between Supernatural hunters and supernatural creatures was like a vampire and human; those hunters were tempted to kill powerful creatures in the same way a vampire was tempted to kill a human by sucking his “And North and west are surrounded by the vampires,” Theodore informed. The south area wasn’t secured because he never felt it necessary as it was until now. “What?” Ambrose growled. “How could I never sense them?”

Chaos. Bones crack and sizzle all around me, those instincts to kill unravelling at the scent of their enemy. Ravenous and overcome with bloodlust, the wolves snap their jaws together with an ache in their gums I now know only too well. My heart is an allegro rhythm that palpitates deep in the furrow of my chest. There's no time to wrap my head around this horrific nightmare, or exert myself in spending a single second immersed in the confusion. I can't think, I can't think, I can't think. If I do, I