Dean Pie Supernatural Novels & Stories

Rose reported. “Does anyone have anything else to add to DJ’s file?” Shayla asked. “He is a ladies man. All the girls at school know his name and he uses it to his advantage. He does not force anyone though. We may need to keep an eye on him for Love Spells in the future.” Herb said. “Is that noted Shayla?” I asked. “Yes, Coven Mother.” Shayla answered. “Dean is next. Again, once Spirit was awakened, we could tell it was strong. His other affinity is Earth. He made a budding plant flower and bloom into its first mature state. I’m not sure he is interested in girls yet and he obeyed his mother.” Rose said.

“We’ve spoken of it a little. He might help.” Dean waited for Jerome to get there as they had summoned him in hopes he’d know how to move the blasted portal without the leaking power interfering with the spells needed to transport the blasted thing, or outright exploding. The orders to bring the man straight to him. Dean could only pray that he’d covered all his bases and no one gaslighted him with false information to impress him. He wondered if Rolo ever felt like this. Dean’s specialty was necromancy. He didn’t cast it, of course, it’s forbidden. His specialty helped him to recognize and combat it. Portals, however, he only knew the basics on them. It wasn’t his specialty.

BACK TO PRESENT " Diana now!". Eddie shouted at Princess Diana. Both of them fly up and channel enough lighting from the sky, the lightning breaks the dark fog hovering over them. Princess Diana and Eddie conjoined their lightning and directed it towards Professor Justin. The lightning struck him down. He was weak but stood up instantly, Dave sped up and circled him, creating a huge wind. Susannah chants some spells and tells princess Diana and Eddie to generate another lightning. They did as Susannah told them and directed it toward professor Justin. The lightning struck him again and he went down instantly and died. They moved closer to him to confirm he was dead. They were happy and ran t

The coven members listened with rapt attention, drawn in by the depth of knowledge and wisdom that Mary possessed and the raw power and primal energy that emanated from Dean. Throughout the night, Mary and Dean's presence added a new dimension to the coven's collective spirit, their unique abilities and personalities blending seamlessly with the diverse talents and backgrounds of the other members. Christian, Chloe, Mary, and Dean found themselves embraced by a community that celebrated their individuality and accepted them for who they were, forming a bond that transcended mere friendship and entered the realm of family.

I swallow hard. “No one will find you; no one will hear your pleas for help. No one will hear you scream,” Dean whispers menacingly, his eyes boring into mine. I turn away from him. I’ve never felt so scared in my life until right now. “Do you understand me now?” he asks, jerking my chin in his direction. “Yes, I understand you.” I tremble under his hand. “Good”, he breathes, “Because after I kill you, I’ll go after your mother, then your sweet sister Abbey. I’ve always wanted a taste of Abbey, and then I’ll take out Quinn and then their baby. Grrrr woof, woof, gruff.”

“I would like to end her once and for all--right after we find out if she knows anything about your mom.” “She says she doesn’t,” Jo reminded him. “She also says that it’s Daunator calling the shots.” “Daunator?” Aaron replied, his eyes widening. “That’s not possible.” “She says that he went through a portal and didn’t actually explode.” “She’s lying,” Aaron countered. “Daunator exploded. I saw it. Christian saw it. He was right there when it happened. If he had gone through a portal, your mom would’ve gone with him.”

But before I can say much more, she interrupts, professional, but polite. “Mr. Marshall, I believe this conversation is better suited for someone with broader administrative authority. Please hold while I transfer you to Dean Blake, she is the university dean.” A soft click follows, and then a new ring. My fingers tap lightly against the folder on my desk as I wait, the silence stretching just long enough to test my patience. Then a voice answers, smooth and composed, unmistakably experienced. “Good Morning, this is Dean Blake.” I sit up straighter. “Dean Blake, thank you for taking my call. My name is Drake Marshall. I’m hoping to speak with someone from your occult studies department, pref

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I lowered into a seat, resisting the urge to pull her out of here, and stand over her till she told me who had dared to make her cry again. She must have sensed me watching her, because she looked up, and the ghost of a smile crossed her lips. I forced myself to look at Dean, but he did not look like he could be the source of anyone’s troubles. He looked even worse than he had earlier. My eyes fell on that silly couch blanket still draped around him even though the room was quite warm. He caught me watching him and smiled sadly, “It’s mom's posthumous birthday tomorrow.” I frowned, irritated that he would think I could forget that. But I gave him a nod. Thi

“But, sir, if you ask any of my teachers and the coach, they’ll tell you the same thing. I’m human. You can smell that I’m human,” she argued. “Miss Morgan, I told you this yesterday,” the Dean said as he flipped through his paperwork. “What the Council says goes.” “They made a mistake,” she growled. Of course, her growl was ineffective because she was human. It made the dean stop what he was doing and look at her sharply. His eyes glowed blue, and he growled at her—a real, hair-raising, threatening growl.

“Give me Darius Brooks’s information. I want the high-definition version. No matter the method, I want it before eight tonight.” The dean nearly failed to catch his breath. He wanted to argue, but swallowed his words and nodded stiffly. After they left, the dean collapsed onto the floor like a deflated balloon, gasping heavily. A sharp ding sounded as his phone rang. He hurriedly got up to answer it. When he heard the voice on the other end, his face changed dramatically. “The dean really doesn’t know.” Natalie said quietly. Samuel pressed his lips together, his eyes cold.