Criminal Case Supernatural Novels & Stories

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

She squeezed his hand gratefully, drawing strength from the simple contact, from the reminder that she wasn't alone in this fight. "I've spent the last three weeks," Whitmore began, laying the documents carefully on the desk, "researching every recorded case of supernatural bargaining I could find. And I do mean recorded—not folklore, not myths, but actual documented cases where someone made a deal with a non-human entity and lived to tell about it. Or didn't, as the case may be."

"Just last month, someone was found dead in the forest, with a deep bite wound to the neck and extreme blood loss. The cops crossed it out as wolves or bears, but they never ate the corpse. And the blood loss might've been that the blood-soaked deep into the soil. Some ruled out that there's a deranged serial killer on the loose. But there was no evidence of any used weapon. So anyone who enters the forest, don't come back. The case remains a cold mystery. But we think—the Specials had something to do with it." Shawn and Scarlett processed everything and they both looked a little staggered. The gingerette somewhat tried to pin their findings into one word. Which was the only bizarre one they

"There is nothing they can do. The report we would file will just be there sitting on their desk for as long. They won't be able to find who did this, that's why Alfred has connections with some really good people that are into looking for people of our kind that would do such things. We have our own investigation team that works faster than the police, without causing real damage to the already victims." I grimaced. "But that is not right." "The police are only useful to humans, not to the supernaturals." "So, what is the story behind the bounty on my head and this raid." He sighed, staring at us, lining for something that would make him hesitate on our faces but there was nothing. Kale kno

“Leighton and Meguitte just made mistakes…” “Mistakes that cost and continue to cost thousands of lives, if Tabitha Marie’s reports on the hospital in Havermouth and our numbers are to be believed?” Victor replied brutally. “For fuck sake,” he appealed to his people. “If this gets out, if it gets out that the supernatural community not only caused this but also that we continue to let these people walk free…” “You need to bring them here,” he narrowed his eyes at Aislen. “To answer for their crimes.”

I answered. Elaine’s horror visibly increased. “Cassidy. Incubi and Succubi are incapable of shifting into a physical body. He might not be an incubus at all. Many other entities could pretend to be it.” “What! Like who?!” I exclaimed. “Djinn, Malignant spirits and demons.” Elaine wanted to give me a heart attack with her responses. “No, don’t say that. I have enough trouble at home with voodoo and all.” “I am not making this up to scare you,” Elaine began. “This is a serious problem. Only one person can help us solve this and confirm what Desmond is.”

Nathan tried to speak, but his mouth just opened and closed like a fish. Instead, Junto saved him. “They're called Spiritwalkers. They can only live in the darkness, so they only come at night. They drain the powers of the supernatural beings, then the drained becomes one of them. They mostly go after foreseers, seen as though they are the most powerful and the weakest of the supernatural world, but sometimes they go after the others as well.” I processed this information quickly so I can keep on track. “So, why were they after Derek?”

The nuances of autumn are so visible, but just like fate, no one can predict what will happen. “How is the city doing? What case are you currently working on?” “I found a unique murder, one family was found dead with no trace found. From what I've observed, it seems that one of the families worships the devil. The house feels weird, I even get goosebumps when I think about it!” I smiled, as I used to, I've worked on that case when I was in New Zealand. For dozens of years I lived freely, not a single day of memory that I forget.

"We need this investigated. Quickly." "Already on it," Sarah says. "Connor's not the only one reporting this. We've had cases across the country. All supernatural victims, all with the same symptoms." "Engineered?" "Too early to tell. But if it is, we're looking at bioterrorism charges. This would make the Order's attacks look merciful." The disease spreads. Ten supernatural deaths. Then twenty. Then fifty. Connor works around the clock, trying to find a cure, but progress is slow.

Cameron grinned holding out his offerings. “You eat it. You need the sugar. What was that about?” Rhett asked. “I don’t know,” Jules shook his head slowly. “But that Van Helsing isn’t human. Have you ever heard of a non-human Van Helsing before? It seems… wrong. A bit f-ked up. A supernatural working with humans determined to end supernaturals.” “Really f-ked up,” Casey corrected. “How’d you know?” Rhett leaned against Cameron’s side, seeking the comfort of contact with his mate.