Eileen Supernatural Novels & Stories

Blair said as she rushed inside. I was about to follow her inside when I felt Princess Sclarlette pull the hem of my skirt to lower me down as she whispered in my ear. “Remember, Miss Clara, be mindful and watch over your emotions. I do not know your connection, relationship or emotion towards Mr. Franklin Quinn but that does not mean he can know about your condition. For all we know he could be-“ “-a snitch that could ruin my life and reputation. I honestly do not think Finn is that kind of person. Yet, I will keep watch of myself with him,” I assured Princess Scarlette to keep her quiet as we both went upstairs for me to get ready.

he says and kisses her. “ I have never been that gentle girl, Everyone even says I talk a lot even my grandma, she knows I say whatever I see” Evelyn says. “ Grandma? You don't have a grandma, I remember you said she died few years back” he says and Evelyn spirits enters back into her body and Marilyn could feel something enters into her and Evelyn began took over Marilyn’s body and she had this cold aura again and even Manuel could feel her cold aura. She wasn’t talking anymore, she just sit quietly.

But, Damien is begging and kneeling at him. “You can kill after you know the truth. I am tired of being manipulated by Gonzalo.” Damien answered. Caleb widened his eyes. “What do you mean?” Caleb pointed her sharp claws to Damien's neck. “Tell me everything!” The truth about Lia’s reincarnation struck him like a thunderstorm, each revelation hitting him harder than the last. Eliana wasn’t just someone who reminded him of Lia. She was Lia, reborn by the grace of the Moon Goddess. This revelation only fueled Caleb’s need to confront Gonzalo and end the chaos once and for all.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

"Incubi seduce young women while they sleep. We need the others to know you aren't here for sport." As if tomorrow wasn't already going to be bad enough! Now she had to worry about creatures seducing her in her sleep. Where was a good, sturdy, chastity belt when she needed one? “Others? How many others are there?” she asked. “How many other incubi are here?” William tried to clarify her question. “How many kinds of immortals are there?” Emily asked. Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack?

But I could honestly say that most of the time things just seemed to happen - like I was some kind of magnet for trouble and weirdness. It didn’t help that I seemed to be perpetually attracted to the bad-boy type, or that I sometimes saw and felt things others couldn’t – you know, like glimpses of the past, or ghosts, or…vampires. I guess that combination would make for an interesting time.

“When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.” “God, I should hope not.” Eliza wiggled her shoulders, like she’d gotten the heebie jeebies. “You were there, weren’t you?” Jo asked, straying from the topic slightly, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Eliza nodded. “I was there when your mom and Christian used some special grenades he’d come up with to blow Daunator into a billion pieces

Meredith smiled. *-*-*-*-*-*-* A new, unfortunate case in Maine proved to be a timely distraction for Bonnie’s thoughts about her eternal battles with the old witch. Reports of people being murdered in bizarre ways had reached the Agency and it was almost certain that supernatural was involved. Elizabeth was chosen to be on the case and on the following day, she was scheduled to meet Lady for the instructions. “How are you getting on?” Lady asked casually. “Well, let us see… An evil witch has been haunting my dreams and now I often seem to be lost in thoughts and blanking out,” Elizabeth replied.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

“She’s pregnant. Early, but that's definitely a baby bump. Let's get her fever down first.” She folded up one sleeve of Elena’s jacket to prepare for the IV. Julia’s gaze caught on the faint, silvery scars that marred Elena’s forearms, half-faded but still visible beneath the clinic’s light. They told a quiet story of pain. Her gaze fell on Elena's face. She now laid unconscious. Julia felt a slow ache of sorrow and resolve settle in her chest. Whatever haunted this young woman had already left its mark. And now, she thought, it was her fate to help keep those ghosts from finding her again.