Criminal Case Supernatural Novels & Stories

Their plea for help echoed through the supernatural community, as they shared Tyler's story and implored others to come forward with any information that could shed light on the mystery. Pack after pack, Samuel and Miguel presented their case, hoping to find someone who had encountered the elusive killer or possessed crucial knowledge that could aid their investigation. They faced both skepticism and sympathy along their path, with some packs willing to lend their support while others remained tight-lipped, perhaps out of fear or their own hidden agendas. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as Samuel and Miguel tirelessly pursued every lead, leaving no stone unturned in their purs

mom told me it was a given to us but she never really went into details because I was a child, I should have asked her further “ I pulled her into me again. “ but this? I got it once when Tristan tried to bond with me during the blood moon night , lightning struck and when I woke up I had this” “ Do you know who these supernaturals are? “ I asked, stroking her head gently. “ Leaders, made to rule the wolf's age, but their main leaders were killed so then they ended up stranded because there's a connection that binds us together and without the leaders it can't happen “ She didn't need to talk, I knew who they were. “ Yet I killed them, I don't know how but I killed my parents and I only ha

However, I knew that the coroner had an issue with me since he was always made to wait for my arrival before continuing with his job. “There you are,” she hisses when she sees me. “Could you please tell your partner to stop interfering with my work?" “Aren’t you interfering with ours?” I counter with a smirk. “I think you forget that cases like this fall under the jurisdiction of BPD’s supernatural department.” “How do you know it is supernatural in nature?” “You see that empty torso?" I sigh, motioning to the body on the ground. “If you look closely, you can see telltale signs of claws being used.”

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

So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares. So, come and follow your fears and mysteries in the midst of a great turnaround of events, between victims, the police and the crimes of the night, monsters and beasts of the underworld, beings of darkness that prowl the night. Between disappearances, supernatural beings, revenge of spirits, tales of death and rebirth, tracing a line from the world of darkness, the lands of rain... 22 hours at night. It was the dark New Year's Eve, the weekend night during All Saints' Day.

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

His teeth grazed her clit, the pain making her buck, and he inserted two fingers into her ass while sucking hard, pushing her over the edge into another shattering orgasm. By the time he was done, Delilah was a limp, quivering mess, bruises blooming across her neck and breasts, blood trickling from bites, her holes swollen and leaking. She passed out cold on the desk, a satisfied smile on her swollen lips, as Zeke collapsed into his chair, his rage partially spent, the office reeking of sex and sweat. He lit a cigarette, staring at her broken form, knowing the next victim, Damien would waltz in soon and was going to get fucked same. Outside, the city lights twinkled, oblivious to the storm t

“Back in the woods. He said… something’s taking over. He kept slamming his head into a tree. I… I left him.” Cris placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You did what you had to.” His voice wasn’t cruel. But it wasn’t kind either. I looked down— That’s when I noticed it. There was blood on his sleeve. Not Damien’s. It was older. Darker. “Are you hurt?” I asked quietly. Cris paused, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment… they didn’t look human. “It’s not my blood,” he said simply. “Let’s get going.”

"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."

His eyes rimmed red as he continued, "I can't prove it was just a dream, but Wesley is here. You're here. We're together." He cradled my face, pressing his forehead against mine. "We nearly fell for her trap. Grant me redemption. Let's protect our family together." I shut my eyes, nodding as tears fell. This time they were not cold. Sleepless hours stretched. Our hands clasped as we quietly watched over Wesley. The police disclosed Tessa's full confession. Sick obsession was her motive. A week later, the charges were dropped. Tessa got sentenced for attempted assault, trespass, harassment, and more.