Crocotta Supernatural Novels & Stories

Using most of her strength, she took a closer look at Calleb’s soul and noticed that something was messing with his head and his heart. She gasped when she saw small wriggly creatures eating away his soul. Maggots. The same Maggots feasting on the rotting flesh of the monster that attacked them before. And they’re not just maggots that came from flies and insects and critters. But maggots that are conjured and twisted by a Necromancer. A witch of darkness. Ever so silent, Luntian began to chant a cleaning spell. Calling for the spirit of the fox. A great white fox appeared, and using its claws — it vanished the maggots from Calleb’s soul. But it was only a temporary solution.

Richard showed off Marcus who gritted his teeth as his hold tightened on her pale, sweaty , cold hands. " Mine." He growled , making everyone in the room shiver by the intensity of the growl, as his vision burned with possession. Richard chuckled.The sight of possesive alpha is worth it . A slow cry of pain erupted through Eliss mouth. Diverting everyones attention. " Alpha, the situation is critical .Its unusual .Completely mythical.Something never heard of .Child is not coming out but instead luna's body is releasing a slow poison . Her hands are turning cold .We..we don't know what to do?"

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

The young demon is determined to search for the fucking Wraith who destroyed their time together—he was so close to making the angel like him (of course this is just his assumption. “Where the fuck—oh, I know that stench.” The familiar smell of sulfur and earth was not strange to Crocell—and amidst the sea of people, he can smell the distinct odor of death, not the one who delivers souls but death—the smell of a wraith desperate to find place in heaven. “Geez, you look like you need a bath or two.”

I cut right to the heart of it. “Yes, Mister McCabe. As a member of TMA, I am one of many in the UK following the assignment as Alec D’Amore outlined.” Scrivens nodded. “When an orphaned supernatural, even a half breed…” he started to explain but was cut off by the nearly inhuman growl from Hana. “If you follow the words of Alec D’Amore, you will drop that term from your vocabulary before one of his children, such as Katrina D’Amore, darkens your door.” Hana glared at him, her aura starting to fill the room.

He is attired in an extremely white T-shirt, light gray pants, and a white sneaker. "Hey, Nate!" Lucas, the swimming team's captain, shouts at him. I am enamored with him, and I watch as he goes over to Lucas and his friends. "You've got to get me with him now, Amber." Sophia clasps Amber by one of her arms. "Pipe down your thirstiness." Amber pulls her hands away. "And watch me get him for you," Amber says, handing Sophia her drink to hold. "Are you still going with that plan?" Sookie asks.

The burning necklace had left its mark. Etched into the skin of my chest was the unmistakable shape of a spider, its claw-like legs splayed outward as though it had burrowed beneath my flesh. A chill crawled down my spine. "The Coven..." The words escaped before I could stop them, making my blood run cold as the truth settled over me. "I have been summoned.”

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

DEX. “I told you not to get this one. “ Maddy snaps as we leave the shop and I don’t give her a reaction. We take the path that leads to home and there’s peace in the air and silence between us when I suddenly catch a glimpse of a familiar image. I stop in my tracks and it’s truly Veronica. I look at the label of the shop then take my gaze back to her. What is she doing in a bar shop? “Are you coming?” Maddy calls out to me.