Criminal Case Supernatural Novels & Stories

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the

"Although some people claim to have seen a man in an all black outfit setting the place ablaze, but since there are no cctv cameras around here, it may not be easy getting the person, but if you have any suspect in mind, please do well to tell us and we'll head right there to investigate the person." Kai do have a suspect in mind, not even a suspect, he was certain about the person who is behind this, but this case is way out of the human police hands. This is a battle among the supernaturals and they can't get involved. Their world is hidden far away from the humans and they can't venture into a werewolf's territory, they won't make it out alive. "I have none inspector, but I do hope this p

she answered, picking up her child who was already fast asleep on the couch. “What if there is? What if Arizona is being hunted by a ghost or some supernatural beings like demons, vampires, or werewolves? How else can anyone explain the case of more than 30 people getting murdered using the same pattern and without any evidence to show who the killer is?” her maid asked while the young lady went mute immediately as she stared at her maid not knowing what to say to her.

All I got is a shit load of questions about what Chris called ‘taint’: the stuff we enforcers have all blindly been using to boost our speed and strength and give us a real chance against those demonic forces steadily spreading through our city. There have been more incidents in recent years, more deaths and disappearances… And why the hell is it the job of the mafia’s best murderers to handle these supernatural jobs even the exorcists won’t touch? Why don’t the priests ever inject this ‘blessed’ stuff? I should be asking these questions of Sicillio. I should be telling him all about ‘Saint Christian’: the undead martyr of our faith, returned to the city just to scheme and slander the church

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

"There's no such thing as a Federal Supernatural Task Force." "There wasn't until six months ago. Then reports started coming in. Strange attacks. Impossible injuries. Witnesses describing things that shouldn't exist. The government decided it was time to stop pretending." He smiled coldly. "We know what you are. All of you. Werewolves. Witches. Vampires. The whole supernatural world hiding in plain sight." "You're insane." "Am I? Then explain the bodies we found after your battle with Helena Blackwood. Explain the witnesses who saw wolves the size of bears. Explain the magical residue at multiple crime scenes."

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

(she still looks funny as hell when she wakes up) the boy laughed at the quirky nature of the girl. "I'm sorry for... You know trying to kill you... I was just" Clara was cut off by Jason. "No it's my fault, I followed you into the forest and got mixed up into this supernatural biz" said Jason. "I'm going to do my best to settle everything". "You won't have to do that alone, we'll cure you together... Just not at school which we have to go too now" she looks at a clock and quickly rushes out of the room. "Wait what?! What about my mom?" Jason gets off the bed and looks for a pair of pants.

This is one of my specialty among other abilities. I knocked once, twice before crushing her door in pieces. My eyes swept around the room until they reached where she was lying. That is when I saw her sleeping form as she breathed calmly with a smile on her face. That smile reminded me of someone planning some horror in her sleep. She looked innocent but I knew no human could be innocent. I was confused when I felt some what drawn to her. I hate humans. Anything to do with them so why this. Unknowingly I raised my hand which was almost caressing her hair. What's wrong with me. Am I going crazy. I hate her.

"He-I think we broke up." The bed creaks when she sits on the edge beside me. "Because of you being here?" I nod, blinking back tears. "Yeah, he uh thought I'd let a vamp drink..." Can't finish the words. He knows that my folks had been attacked by something in the woods that night when I was little. How on Earth would he believe I would hook up with a supernatural after a few days of being here? "Bastard." She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth. Purple strands are woven into her dark hair and slide across her cheek from the ceiling fan and she brushes them back.