Criminal Case Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I can work with you for the next couple of hours, but then I have to go to the club. Bradford and Lynn took the night off to see that new movie, and I have to finish booking the performers for the end of the year fest.” Samael hums in agreement. “What movie are they going to see?” I shrug. “Some movie about a cannibal serial killer.” “Do you remember the last movie we saw at the Cinema?” I shudder. “That was a very long time ago, but I’ll never forget. It was the one with the little girl who disappears into the television screen? Those humans should have known better than to buy a home built over Indian burial grounds.” Samael nods. “You have to admit it was quite amusing to see how frighte

he said pointing to a file of papers on the desk. “What is it all about?” Olivia asked, picking up the file casually. “There have been a few suspicious killings in a remote town in Norway, four to be precise, over the past three weeks. The Paranormal Authority has flagged the incidents. They suspect foul play… you know…as in supernatural involvement. So I have approved the mission,” he explained. “How can you be so sure? Could be a psychopath on the loose,” Olivia said, reclining in her chair.

Why did he think I would freak out over what he was about to say? "Supernaturals are real and they've existed even before humans came on this earth. Of course, humans don't know because that would cause chaos. However, in the sixties, a scientist discovered our existence and saw us as a threat to the human race. So he created all kinds of formulas and recipes to overpower them. He wrote them in a sacred book. The supernaturals soon came to discover his plans and he, unfortunately, got killed. The book became an ultimate weapon among the supernaturals. Because even supernaturals could use it to overpower everyone. Of course, that's something that no one wants to see.

He shoved a pair of spectacles up on his face as he approached and I glared at him, wild abandon taking hold of me. “No, no, this will not do. Mrs. Cattaneo please calm down. You’re pushing the glass further into your hands.” I followed his trail of vision to where I had grabbed at the table, ignoring the sensations of pain as the glass carried. My anxiety numbed me, consumed me mind, body, and soul. The man tsk’ed at me and brought up a small briefcase from the floor and extracted a needle. I did not bother him as he slipped the needle into my arm and pushed the plunger, sending my body into a near comatose state.

they say happily. “It’s strange. If Derrick came to me and told me he murdered Wyatt for cheating on him, as much as I love him, I’d call the cops. But… I don’t know. This just feels different. I mean, it was thirty-thousands years ago for starters. And everything that happened is just so beyond anything any court of law could even begin to comprehend, I don’t even know how you’d unpack it all,” I say just feeling winded at the thought. “Like I told you, when it comes to the supernatural world, there is a lot of nuance. Nothing is so black and white.”

I leaned over the back seat and stared at the back of Lucy’s head. “The case was about a boy Luke was accused of murdering five years ago. The boy was one of Luke’s friends. But after his parents reported the murder, they suddenly went to the police station and dropped the charges. They said it was an accident and that Luke never hurt their son. Without their statement, the police had no case, so they closed the file. I’ve been searching for the boy’s parents ever since, but they disappeared five years ago.”

Clean records, and even when I asked a few officers here in the station about them, all they had were praises for those two. Still not giving up, I checked all the cases they worked together and looked for anyone who might come off suspicious. ‘Suspicious like a vampire?’ the irritating voice asked. I groaned and rubbed my temple in circles with my eyes pinched close. I never knew it was this damn hard to separate what I know of the supernatural world from the actual world I live in. “Still having that headache?” Paul sauntered inside my office, worry painted on his face. He sat on the chair across from my desk, a stack of papers in hand.

"Hey, that's not fair . You know I have to drink blood …I am a vampire and that just comes with the package. Actually…no! I no longer want to argue about your wine , the two of you will just gang up on me like usual so drink and have fun. Just help me out here, I can't be the only one searching and doing all of our jobs," Ohhh yeah. I forgot to mention that Freya and I are actually taking a walk in the forest just sipping on our red wine while our poor Damien is running up and down the woods looking for the monster at large. Thoughts on what type of creature it could be still plagued my mind as I went over all of our suggestions to try and see which one fit best .. something about this whole

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

But it gave the look of he changed into wrong. "What is that this approximately?" "Crime instances withinside the community in addition to lacking folks were at the upward push recently. However, the boom is handiest barely above common norms, this in and of itself isn't always worthy note. Nevertheless, because the research improved deeper, we determined that a part of the instances have been significantly associated with supernatural beings. Amongst them, there have been clean instances wherein vampires have been culprits -- corpses that were sucked absolutely dry." "You are suspecting... Isabella?"