Crocotta Supernatural Novels & Stories

"We don't abandon each other." The hunters shoved me to my knees beside the glass chamber. Vale circled us slowly, speaking into her microphone for the cameras and the livestream audience. "Here we have two examples of supernatural corruption. Sarah Chen, a fire-wielder who has concealed her abilities from society. And Maya Cross, the White Luna, capable of destruction on a scale we've never seen." She paused dramatically. "Today, we show the world what happens to those who threaten human safety." I managed to inch closer to Sarah's chamber. The silver shackles made my wrists throb with pain, but I pushed through it. When I was close enough, I whispered so only she could hear.

I was able to keep him stable, but it was only Katrina that could save his life. I know she could kill Melania because of her magic, but I still believe their mate bond allowed Katrina to combat Melania inside Tiberius’ mind. Will a mate bond once again be needed to save Domitilla truly? Katrina can force out the curse. I don’t doubt that for a second. My cousin is the most powerful Crone the Oscurità e Luce Coven has ever had. There isn’t anything magical she can’t do.

The forest, once full of life, seemed eerily silent. “We’re ready,” Sofia said, her voice steady but firm. Alaric nodded, his hand brushing hers. “Always.” But before either could say more, a distant howl echoed through the trees. It was a long, mournful cry, one that carried the weight of centuries of untold power. It was a warning, a call to arms. The witches were coming.

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

He knew it was coming, a tempest of unprecedented power, conjured by the dark magic of his estranged sister, Lyca, the fallen princess of the Werewolf Water Nation. Lyca, once a symbol of hope and unity for her people, had been corrupted by the insidious influence of the Werewolf God Destroyer, an ancient entity that sought to plunge the world into chaos. Now, she was a pawn in the Destroyer's grand scheme, wielding her mastery of the waves to wreak havoc upon the land.

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

SHE said that she wanted more, so the young man gave her that. But at that moment, his gentle tongue that tenderly caresses her femininity is gone. Instead, Jason's tongue became like a burning coil. Just a glowing coil of a paintbrush that smears insane but earnest happiness into her femininity. And that gave her reason to let out a series of growls and suppressed screams.

“It’s like they’re feeding on us!” “They are!” the Seer cried, her staff whirling as glyphs spiraled out in protective wards. Each ward shimmered, only to crack under the strain of shadow hands clawing from the pool. “The vault is siphoning your doubts, your fears—everything you carry hidden within. It is a crucible designed to refine or consume!”

Stella gritted her teeth, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly. "So what? Maybe you're the one who killed him and stole the gold." "I read that body too." I lowered my gun, walked toward Stella under the protection of two tactical officers, and stared directly into her eyes. "In the vision, I saw the person who smothered him. "There was a long, very distinctive scar on their left wrist. A burn scar caused by highly concentrated sulfuric acid." I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat.