Criminal Case Supernatural Novels & Stories

Real law enforcement has arrived—not academy security, but actual supernatural authorities with badges and handcuffs. The crowd notices too, and their chanting gets louder, more unified: "Arrest them! Arrest them! Arrest them!" The lead officer steps forward, his voice cutting through the noise with supernatural authority. "I am Detective Lawson with the Supernatural Crimes Division. We've received multiple reports of evidence tampering, bribery, and conspiracy. Lord Ravenscrest, Council Members, Torres, and Blackthorne, you are all under arrest."

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:

"I've been working this since five-thirty yesterday morning." He looked at her steadily. "Second objection," she said. "Vivienne," he said. "What happens when we find her." This was the one she had sat with longest. "She is held and turned over to the supernatural legal authority established under the Accords interim framework. Whatever she has become, whatever she has done, she is processed through a legitimate system." She held his gaze. "Not because I have any remaining feeling toward her that requires mercy. Because the movement she is trying to build feeds on the narrative that supernatural leaders are lawless. I will not give that narrative evidence."

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."

The tech nodded, unsettled by the way she said it. Andrew had drifted back to the gym door and was pretending not to eavesdrop. “Banks,” he called lazily, “you got Mitchell playing ghostbuster and this… consultant waving a Geiger counter while we have two homicides. You want to explain that to the coroner or should I?” Phil didn’t look at him. “We’re covering bases.” “Cover this,” Andrew muttered, but he shut up when Phil turned. Susan stood, brushed her hands off on her jeans, and looked to Gabe. “Where’s the Ouija board?”

"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

“A bit of a dilemma.” “Yes, it is a bit.” I put my arms around her and pulled her into my body. “I don’t know whether I’m looking at a murder made to look like a suicide, or a suicide made to look like a suicide.” “I’m confused,” she said. “So am I,” I said pulling away and cupping her face in my hands and kissing her. “So where do you start?” Kimberley asked. “At the scene of the crime,” I replied. “The Fuentes family home.”

"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.”