Eldon Supernatural Novels & Stories

The air seemed to suddenly grow cold as Rey looked at Aurora with Dismay, Luna had decided to keep a safe distance away from the pair so that they would be able to talk. Rey took a deep breath and began to recount the events that had unfolded since their last encounter. "Aurora, there are things I need to tell you," Rey started, her voice steady but tinged with sadness. "After Damon rejected and banished me from his pack, he sent a beast to track and kill me. It was a terrifying ordeal, and I barely escaped with my life. Furthermore, I think he may have ties to black magic and a terrifying conspiracy"

The last person in the world she wanted on the hunt was Eliza. “We think Daunator really is able to make these creatures because he came out of the Blood Moon Portal?” Elliott asked, reminding them of what Skelton had mentioned earlier. “Are they half-demon, half-Vampire?” “No idea,” Aaron admitted. “We’ll find out soon enough.”

Damon gripped the edge of the freezing steel table, his knuckles turning white through his surgical gloves. His eyes were wide, completely dilated with a terrifying, religious fervor that made his undead flesh look even more grotesque under the harsh fluorescent lights. "And here I was," Damon breathed, his smoky voice dropping into a hushed, reverent whisper. "Standing right there in the middle of our own packhouse, intimately knowing the horrific, unspeakable things I had already done to the elementals."

“He forced me to feed on a human and afterward he disappeared. I only heard rumors that he came to Irvine.” “That's my father's village.” “I searched for him for years until I heard about his sudden disappearance after he arrived in Weston Hills.” Dale said. “Perhaps, he was killed by witches.” Earnestine scoffed. Dale sniffed, he knew that scent, there was a human close by. He could hear her heartbeat so loud and her blood moving through her veins. His eyes turned red and his fangs slowly appeared. “Dale, what is it?” “I can smell a human.” Dale uttered before looking at her. Earnestine was shocked when she saw those bloodthirsty eyes, she mumbled a spell and he collapsed.

So this wizard standing in front of us is actually a second command to whoever the leader of his coven might be? "Then what the living fuck is he doing here by this time?" I find myself asking, and Damon turns his head to look at me with a raised eyebrow. "Are you seriously asking me that question? Has everything I've been explaining to you not gotten into your head? He is a supernatural creature, and supernatural creatures operate mostly at night. Haven't you gotten that?" he asks. We are interrupted from our discussion when a very sharp greenish light erupts from the fellow's outstretched hand toward both of us.

she said in a faint voice. "Oh, my goodness. So sad to hear that because you will die together with that thing you call a child in 5, 4,3,2," Selene began convulsing on cue with white form dripping out of her mouth while her eyes rolled backward due to the white powdered substance I had blown on her face in her dream, Damon growled menacingly, unbounding himself from my shut up spell, I knew it was time to act now.

A few months go by, my children grow beautifully, Annabelle an incubus for sure, Damon still just two bumps only, that we believe are horns to be grown. Dracono seems a bit worried about Damon and decides to take him to a special healer without my consent. I find out from Dark what Dracono is doing and I rush to stop him. I arrive at the cottage where the healer is living and barge in so I can take my boy home. The old lady grabs me by my hand and I start having a powerful vision of Damon being the devil himself. So powerful, with gigantic black wings, surrounded by fire, ruling over the kingdom of Minotaurs.

he said and I didn't protest any further because I was indeed getting tired. While walking back to my domicile. I began thinking of how weird this all was. That's not even it, the weirdest thing was my reaction. When Damon informed me of all of these new things that I would've never thought would exist, I acted as if I belonged with them. I felt I sense of duty. "Damon, is a chosen one a supernatural too?" I asked. "Technically yes but you're not considered one." "Why technically?" "You'll know soon enough."

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

" I reassured her then proceeded to untangle her hands from around me. I inched slowly forward, praying in my mind to whatever God was available at the moment for divine protection from those evil creatures. As I moved, I started to wonder how they kill? Did they bite? Or worse swallow? I gulped. The fear of being swallowed alive bared down on me and I gripped my neck hard to avoid making choking sounds. As I walked forward, looking straight ahead like a soldier performing a March past I saw from the corner of my eyes that some of them had started moving closer, inching their way towards us like I predator to a prey. I increased my pace, tripping on some people's leg and causing them to stir