Dean Supernatural Novels & Stories

Dean walked toward Arianna before taking her hand in his, the hand that held the gun, and aimed it at her chest. “The two of us know that our lives are linked as one. As mates, as lovers, as friends, and as enemies.” He said, his back faced me as he kept his eyes on her. I looked down at Kai who was on the ground, drowning in his blood, and I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as I knew that Dean would be taking his last breath in the next few seconds. “I have done my wrongs toward you, I have hurt you, and I may have broken a lot more in you than I should have. But one thing that I know for sure is that I have been deeply in love with you through it all, and I will always be. To

He held my hands as he slowly led me to the altar, and everyone made way for us as we passed. Arriving at the altar, I could see how happy Dean was, even happier than I was, and all I did was laugh. "Today we have brought a great blessing into the Ghost Pack. Our Alpha, our ruler, we are glad to announce that he has found the one his heart has been searching for. Today, we are happy to tell you all that Alpha Dean now has a Luna." I could hear everyone becoming happy just hearing the priest say that, and I felt like crying for joy.

Decan waves goodbye to us and enters her office, closing the door after her. "Power. I can talk to the dead, do seances; that shit. What about you?" "Nothing. I'm not a witch." "Oh. You're not a vamp or you'd be groggy right now." She clicks her tongue making the silver piercing tap against her teeth. "Are you a fae or were then?" "No, you misunderstand me. I'm not a supernatural, I'm only human." "That's impossible." She draws back. "Only non-humans are allowed here."

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

Dean asked. “Werewolves are supernatural entities. Their existence on this plane is more astral than it is physical,” the shaman explained. Dean watched as she added some things he couldn’t quite identify, then started brewing a substance he assumed he’d soon ingest, while also making general preparations for whatever ritual she was about to perform.

He lunges forward, catching me as I collapse, my body trembling violently. The abyss hesitates, torn between me and Dean. "Now!" Fiona’s voice is sharp as a blade. She raises her hands, chanting ancient words, sealing the abyss’s choice. It roars in defiance, but it is too late. Dean gasps as the darkness surges into him, wrapping around his soul, consuming him whole. His body jerks, eyes flashing with an eerie, unnatural light. Silence falls. Xavier clutches me tightly, his breath uneven, his heart pounding against mine. His hands, usually so steady, shake against my skin. "Henry—"

I replied. “He's here!” Dean's voice snapped me back to the present and I looked around wildly. I couldn't see anyone. “Thought you weren't getting involved.” I said to him, drawing the knife from my pocket and still looking around. “I'm not. He's here. I can feel it.” Dean replied. There was an urgency in his tone I had never heard before. It sounded suspiciously like fear. And if Dean, my supernatural other half was afraid... A triumphant howl pierced through the night.

I'm grateful for his presence, even though part of me worries about how his intimidating aura might make things worse. Dean Morrison's office is exactly what you'd expect from the head of a supernatural academy—dark wood furniture, ancient books lining the walls, and the faint scent of old magic in the air. The Dean himself is a distinguished man in his fifties, with graying hair and sharp eyes that seem to see everything. "Jason, thank you for coming." His voice is warm, but there's something underneath it that makes my stomach tighten. "And Ivan, I wasn't expecting you, but please, sit."

“Dean?” He blinked at me, twice, and then he turned back to his Aunt Sienna and said, “Hello Aunt.” Samantha and her mother exchanged glances and I realized it had begun. Dean had started to hallucinate. We had just stepped into the first part of all the horrible things he would experience in the coming weeks. Sienna Vaios walked forward now, and hugged him, but she did not bring up the hospital topic again. And when I placed my hand on Dean’s arm to lead him upstairs, she did not say a word.

he countered, eyebrows raised. "I asked first," I shot back. "If you're embarrassed about making out on your first day, don't be. It's just me," Bobby said with a smug grin. "We weren't making out, Bobby," Daniel jumped in before I could respond. "She wants to see the school ghosts." "Then what's with the hand-holding?" Bobby asked, nodding toward our now-separated hands. "Protection from the supernatural," Daniel replied. "What do you mean?" Bobby asked, his head tilting slightly, tone shifting to something more serious.