Crocotta Supernatural Novels & Stories

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

he looks around at the floor in disgust, kicking the nearest body laying beside him as I notice the deceased individuals cut oozes with a black tar-like residue rather than a flow of crimson blood, suddenly piquing my curiosity as I question where I’d seen this once before… “They were supposed to be,” the mysterious figure fumes; her frail hand waving in front of her as a purple glow radiates from within the centre of her palm, magnificently illuminating the scene around us. Hold up. That’s magic. She’s a witch? I watch in horror; silenced as the bodies of our attackers begin to morph, the bones cracking within the corpses as their figures contort unnaturally. The woman's palm shuts closed a

But the last paragraph makes Sera's breath catch: I'm scared, Aunt Chen. I think I've uncovered something bigger than I realized. The corruption goes deeper than just our pack. Elder Marcus has been selling information to a hunter organization called the Crimson Order. They're not like other hunters—they don't just kill rogues. They want to eliminate ALL supernatural beings. And Marcus has been helping them. I've told Sera about some of it. She thinks I should go to the alpha. But I'm worried Dante won't believe me without concrete proof. So I'm collecting evidence. Thomas is helping me hide it.

The crimes Rocco had committed in Southbury revealed just how inhuman he truly was. Fortunately, Aria was well-versed in dealing with people steeped in such malice. She toyed with her amethyst pendant and chuckled. "It sounds impressive—that someone told you using others' blood could bring you fortune and prolong your life. "But didn't they also tell you? The more fortune you steal, the more spirits will cling to you." Rocco paused at that, then laughed scornfully. "Spirits? They're nothing but lowly creatures. If they had any strength, they'd have fought back while they were still alive. What can a bunch of nobodies possibly do to me?"

The man I’m looking at isn’t ordinary and what happens next proves me right. Luca snaps his finger, the sound echoing through the silence. The air ignites with an eerie crimson glow, bringing to light the moving shadows hidden in the darkness. Their features are unmistakably demonic with their piercing laughter more evident. A familiar piece of document materializes into his palm, its edges cackling in flames. My focus remains on the scene unfolding before me as I’m left speechless. Luca offers my drunk self a quill. My drunk self,oblivious to the danger and barely hanging on to consciousness, misses the quill’s strange nature. Its twisted feathers writhe like living snakes.

He looked more like a prehistoric predator than a man. "This is none of your concern, Montgomery," the leader stammered, trying to regain his footing. "It was none of my concern," Lucas whispered, his voice vibrating with a lethal, subsonic frequency. "Until you touched what is mine. Now, leave this place. Or I will tear the souls from your bodies and leave your carcasses for the mountain crows." "But—" Lucas didn't wait for the protest. He blurred into motion. The next second, one of the drifters was flying through the air, his body crashing through a stack of crates with a sound of breaking bone.