Crocotta Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Sebastian’s brother, Levi, is capturing spirits. We don’t know how or why he’s doing it. We think his girlfriend, Mina Drake, is helping him. She’s a witch who was banished from her coven. Well, actually, her whole family was banished. We don’t know why they were banished or what coven she comes from. We know that when spirits come to the concerts is when Levi is capturing them. “Drake, that last name sounds familiar for some reason. I’ll do some digging on Mina when I get back to the coven’s realm. They have to be using spirit magic. We use spirit magic when we reap souls, well, a form of it. If I remember correctly, there was a coven that specialized in spirit magic. They were a knock of

"That wasn't so bad, now was it? You three butterflies all okay?" Samson gives me the death glare, then nudges Cara back at me, and I gladly seize her arm. In that same moment, a gargled groan cuts through the early morning from deeper in the woods. We all turn in that direction to find another damn brain muncher hunched over the dead Alpha who attacked Cara, tearing at his intestines. "Eww." Leora looks away and Cara takes her into her arms, protective of her sister, which I can respect. Samson doesn't say a word and heads across the woods to finish the zombie.

Illac said. "One of Solana's betas managed to broke the spell," Lucas said looking at Illac who is walking behind them. Illac scoffed, he's got to admit, Solana's betas are something, where in the world did she found those? Only if a human can be turned into a fox. "Let us out!" "You fuckers! What am I doing here?!" "Let me out of this hell hole! "Fuck you!" "Bastards!" A variety of supernatural creatures were shouting, clanking steels to steels, and trying to break out from their cell. Thalia is a bit scared, this place is insane. She has never seen anything like it, so this the horrors inside the supernatural border?

Luca’s POV The forest swallowed us whole, branches whipping my naked skin as Rocco barreled through the underbrush, my body slung over his shoulder like a trophy from war. Gunfire crackled behind us—the compound erupting in flames, Viktor’s Bratva clashing with Sal’s Morettis in a final frenzy. Dante’s roar echoed distantly, a desperate hunt through the chaos. The toxin in my veins simmered low, a constant hum of weakness, but Rocco’s grip was iron—his blood from Dante’s graze soaking my side, mixing with the drying remnants of Viktor’s claim.

Maula immediately tries to get up and, almost comically, his intestines again boil out of his stomach and unspool everywhere. Trying to fight off the werewolf, Maula manages to slip on one of the slick tubes, and he pitches face-first into the floor. To the symphony of crunching noises of a feeding werewolf, I pull the knife free and use the blade to dismember the Cockatrice. I have no idea how much damage a basilisk can recover from, so as I cut pieces free, I throw them into the middle of the room. Once this grizzly task is done, I do the same to the body of the Shayṭān.

He yelled and I flinched. “What's going on, Throgan..?” He mimicked my voice making it sound more pathetic than it actually did, or maybe it sounded like that and I never noticed. “I can't believe that old Andolopus had a child as pathetic and useless as you. I mean sure, you are crippled, but you cannot be crippled of mind too,” “Oh, she is, I can assure you, little girl is a cripple at the core of her very soul,” another voice said as a woman walked into my room.

Inside a small glass were beautiful cold cakes: soft tiramisu, smooth passion fruit mousse, sweet cheesecake, macarons of all colors, etc. "Hey Eden, I think you arrive at the end of this month?" The guy with surreal handsome blond hair raised an eyebrow. “I run out of quartz powder, and Abyss refused to use anything else. I explain a thousand times that a little jade doesn't kill anyone. But no, he is still nagging and nagging until its poor owner has to get away with it in the rain. A fluffy demon!" Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

Al said. "And what are they?" Serena asked. "Arachnes are supernatural creatures who have abilities similar to those of spiders." Al answer. "Correct Al, who else." Another male student raised up his hand. "Yes James." "We have the Crocotta creatures." "And what are they?" Serena asked. "Crocottas can mimic any person's voice to lure their victims out so they can feed. They feed on souls." James answered correctly. "Very good James, who else again?" This time around, a girl raised up her hand.

AMARA The world shattered like glass. When the floor split beneath the altar, the crypt convulsed into chaos — ancient walls collapsing as fire burst through the cracks. Luca grabbed my arm, dragging me back as the ceiling caved in. “Run!” he shouted. But I didn’t move. Because from the heart of the altar, a light was rising — not fire, not code, but something colder. Human silhouettes flickered in the smoke. Dozens of them. No, hundreds.