Crocotta Supernatural Novels & Stories

Somehow, Fallon is able to free Bree, but it doesn’t matter because everything is coming down around us, blocking any chance for an exit. As I spread my winds, I look at Lucifer and wave my sword. It’s time to die, mate.” Lucifer flies up to meet me, his expression one of defeat. Before he can say a word, I fly toward him, aiming my sword at his heart, but he manages to float away. My sisters and I fight our mates as The Creator steps into the power stream and begins to change. His light disappears to be replaced by dragon scales and wings as he begins to metamorphosis.

The creature’s luminous eyes flickered, dimming momentarily as if recalling something. A memory. A life. A howl erupted from its throat — not empty this time, but filled with pain. Luna approached. "You need not fight. I am here now. I will set you free." The creature trembled, collapsing at her feet. Upon touching its forehead, her aura ignited brightly. Silver light cascaded over the wraith, dissolving its distorted shape. In its stead remained a glimmering outline of a wolf spirit, which bowed its head to her before vanishing entirely.

All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah. Jonah ran slowly, but with firm steps. He was very frightened by the ruthless murder he had witnessed. He had not strayed far from Alfredo's house when he heard footsteps behind him, followed by a thin but deafening voice that made his blood freeze, but he continued to run. "Where are we going?" Asked the voice, which came from a woman with brown

"That is why I need you to teach me, to guide me in mastering the fierce power that lies within." Roman's face softened, and his hand gently cupped my cheek, offering reassurance. "Fear not, my love. I shall be your guide and mentor. Together, we will unlock the dormant strength within you and learn to harness it with grace and control." With a surge of determination, Roman transformed into his magnificent werewolf form, his silver fur glinting in the sunlight. Inspired by his transformation, I embraced my own wild nature, allowing the powerful essence of the wolf to envelop me. As my body shifted, fur sprouting from my skin and senses sharpening, I felt a surge of exhilaration and connectio

He wished he had something cooler to say, seeing as it might be the last thing ever said. Croc concentrated. He would've like to get a boost of energy for this from Arthur, but the healer was standing near Lothar, ready to feed him as much energy from Nat as he could. Jane too. The young woman was almost petrified, but she wasn't ready to give up on the world that she had just found a place in. Red's past and present lovers had both shown themselves to be in possession of great power. Everyone wondered if it would be enough. The assembled crowd watched as Croc reached into the air. It shimmered around his hands. Then a thin line appeared, which quickly expanded and filled with a blinding lig

Not wasting a single moment she pulled the trigger yet again only to notice that her kick and the bullets you fired at the creatures speed were reduced to the point of barely touching it) Grotesque: (It smiles at Kimora as it says with a deep rumbling voice) I am a follower of Mercury, I will reduce all of you to nothing. (Taking it's muscular arm and punching Kimora straight down into the ground causing her to cough up blood as she bounced off the ground and it went to swing at her a second time)

He said, “Go flip that body over and get the Maddox Scripture.” Both Centipede and Black Scorpius were a little nervous. But, they did not dare to disobey the bishop’s order and carefully went toward the side of the coffin. However, when they touched Cairo’s corpse, they seemed to have activated some kind of mechanism. The corpse suddenly opened his mouth. Some crystal-like parasites flew out of its mouth promptly and pounced toward Centipede and Black Scorpius. “Arghhhh!” Centipede and Black Scorpius let out a miserable cry at the same time. In the next second, something scalp-prickling happened.

"Do you think you are worthy of being compared to Skylar Blanc? You are nothing more than a useless jerk who brings shame to the fiend race. You can forget about having my fiend soul." Morticia rose to her feet as the final word reverberated through the air. Her piercing eyes burned with homicidal rage. Cranos had risked all to save her from the South Cloud Royals. She could not let him die in vain. Yarl barely flinched, remaining in the same spot with an ear-splitting grin. "Why the trouble, Honorable Fiend Martyr? Cranos is already dead. All you have to do is give me your fiend soul, and I will do everything I can to find you an antidote to the poison in you. Consider this—you are weak rig

Raising an eyebrow, he stared curiously at Katia. Katia continued into the room acting oblivious to her uncle’s curious stare. She started showing him the different books in her library. “Look Uncle, I have books about each titan, god, demigod, angel, and mystical creatures.” Moving along the shelves she showed him the section with the human stories and fairytales. The next section was her favorite. She excitedly told Cronos, “I even have all the books written about us and other supernatural creatures by humans. Next, I am going to add a movie theater room. One like the packhouse had and all the supernatural movies made by humans and supernatural’s alike.” Katia was beaming at him with this