Cupid Supernatural Novels & Stories

Catherine is immortal. She would live forever with Silas by her side. But Gunther and Zion had a few hundred years with her before they faded away. Their goal was to use caution, so they would not put Gunther and Zion at risk. They were aware Catherine would chase after Silas and they would go with her, meaning their lives would be in danger. Especially in Faerie, because they did not know what waited on the other side of the gate. If they used silver, or Majyk, both her first and third husbands could be in trouble because of their natural disadvantage.

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”

“I have questions.” She nods, “That’s understandable.” “Does everyone in the world have a soulmate?” I ask, starting off easy. She shakes her head, “Zarseti only gave them to supernaturals, but like in your case, sometimes she pairs a human and a supernatural because it’s not about the DNA, it’s about the soul. As long as those souls are perfect for each other, that’s all that matters.” “So we’re perfect for each other?” “I like to think so,” she says quietly.

The once vibrant sparkle in Celeste's eyes seemed clouded, replaced by a distant longing that piqued his suspicions. Unable to ignore his growing concerns, Damien embarked on a clandestine investigation, seeking answers to the enigma that Celeste had become. He observed her interactions, noted her secret meetings, and scrutinized the longing glances she exchanged with Michael. The puzzle pieces slowly aligned, forming a picture that Damien couldn't deny—a forbidden connection was blossoming before his eyes. Celeste found herself caught between the expectations of her vampire family and the intoxicating pull of her love for Michael. The weight of centuries-old traditions bore down on her shou

Just as Regina start to examine the totem there is a knock on the door and as Gina open it she stands shocked at what is waiting for her. "High Priestess Gina, I'm Alaya and this Juan, the werewolf King sent us to work with you with an some sort of antidote they need" She says and all that Gina can do is nod. She feel her soul snap into place as soon as she look into Juan's eyes. As witches they don't have the ability to identify their soulmate like werewolves and werecats but you can instantly feel when your soul is complete.

“You can't touch me. My father might have discarded me, but he will wreck the entire planet before he would let anyone touch what he owns!” “Your father,” he let the word dance on his tongue before he took another quick puff. “Andolopus and Hardy, wolf gods,” he laughed, staggering and using the wall to support himself. “They both don't know what's coming for them, do they? Old arrogant bastards, believing they can do as they wish. The Conglomerate don't even care how they run things anymore. Well I am good as dead anyways so why don't I let you in on a little secret.”

I shook my head. “Well, I would hope so. Kurt Cobain is one of his descendants.” Charles scoffed. “Do vampires have kids? I mean, can they? I know they have mates, but… how does that all work?” I furrowed my brow. I’m not as educated in all this. The three males chuckled. “Isis, you will need to educate your mate on other supernatural beings.” John nodded. Isis smiled and hugged me tighter as she nestled into my side. “Don’t worry, Uncle. Kurt will be well versed in all supernatural beings.” Isis assured.

Creed has a mate somewhere. “Part of finding a mate is feeling warm tingles through your body when you touch one another. With humans, it is hard for them to know who there mate is. Usually the supernaturals they are paired with find them first and let the human know of these feelings and what they mean.” My shoulder slumped. That means Creed has a mate somewhere. He hasn’t told me anything about a mate, even with the leathers we use to communicate at night. “Every supernatural has a mate, except some elders have found one person who is said to not have one. He is cursed because of the way he was born.”

Her father's gaze softens as he explains, "In the realm of the supernatural, a mate is a werewolf's beloved spouse, handpicked by the kind-hearted moon goddess herself as their everlasting soulmate." Remarkably, it's not just werewolves who receive this extraordinary gift—various other mystical beings are also graced with the blessing of a preordained partner. These fortunate mates share an extraordinary, unbreakable bond with their chosen one, though, regrettably, rejection can, in certain circumstances, shatter this mystical connection."