Ellie Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I’m sure you can understand how reading all of that – seeing all of that – has made me a somewhat difficult companion to converse with.” “Yeah,” I said, and, though I wasn’t totally convinced, I had to admit that seeing the strings of the universe unfold before you had to be something of a rough ride. Besides, I’d dealt with stranger in my time than a seer – I myself was living (or not-so living) proof that the supernatural existed, and Skye, stood beside me, was proof that the supernatural was a multi-faceted entity. She nodded at the knife. “Take great care with that, Ellis. If it knows, it will run. It is safe in here, but it not out there.”

Allan, with his keen senses and agility, flanked the enemy, striking with deadly accuracy. Elara faced off against another lieutenant, a lithe and agile werewolf named Selene. The two clashed in a dance of blades and flames, their movements almost too fast to follow. Elara’s Celestial Flames provided a shield against Selene’s attacks, and with a powerful strike, she sent Selene crashing into a tree.

Ellie said, the fear rising once more. "They're looking for something, or someone, obviously," Ethan said as he gestured toward the daemon on the ground tied with metal rope. Ellie had never seen rope like it, but it was obviously magical. The places where it touched the daemon smoked lightly, the mist rising in the air around the daemon. "Why do you say obviously? It's not obvious to me," Amanda replied. "It is to Ellie," Ethan said with a knowing glance at Ellie. Ellie nodded. "He wanted me. I don't know why but as soon as I saw him, he stared right through my soul, it was like he could see my future, my past, and my present all in the blink of an eye. It was insane."

she added, “even though it goes without saying, I’m in, too.” The newest of our group, Sienna, cocked her head to one side. “How do we find a vampire, though? More patrols?” Diamond and Trigger rolled their eyes at one another, but they were discreet enough that Sienna missed it. I felt bad for her – she’d found her way to us after writing a thesis on the popularisation of the supernatural in film and television, but, unlike the rest of us, she had no practical experience when it came to hunting. She was sweet, with soft curves and a kind, round face, but she tried hard and she kept up easily – once she knew what she was doing.

A loud sound suddenly goes off and it sounds like a bomb. “What the hell?” My dad says as he wakes up from the couch. He then places the laptop on it. “Stay here.” He orders me. “But..” I try to argue with him but he cuts me off. “Ellie, listen to me please.” He begs me and I nod. “Okay.” I say. Another heavy sound goes off again and I flinch. What in the world was that? I walk towards the window to see outside but what my eyes see causes me to gape.

Elliot and I walked into the ballroom, and we were instantly bombarded by his siblings, Saphira and Levi. The three of them are triplets and they are so much fun to be around. Saphira chimes in first, “Oh. My. Goddess! Elliot! Elisabeth is your mate! Your prayers were answered!” Elliot blushed and nodded, “They were. I see you found your mate too.” She smiled as she hugged the arm of a huge, really hot, man with brown hair and brown eyes. She beamed, “Dax Dillan, of the Mer-people, meet my brother, Prince Elliot and his new mate, Elisabeth Fox, of the White Witch Coven.” Dax smiled at us, and Elliot smiled, “Well, sis, looks like your prayers were answered too.” She winked at us and smiled,

After taking a few deep breaths she straightens herself up. "How... how did this happen?" she trembles. Ellie stiffens up beside me, casting her eyes down. Slowly she lowers herself onto her knees. I catch her arm pulling her up. "What're you doing?" I question in panic. "What I have to," she replies. Ellie finishes lowing herself to the ground. She places her head on the rough stone. "Forgive me. I was the one who took his life," she tells them. Lochness approaches Ellie, lowering himself down to her. He grabs her head, lifting it gently. I watch as he places a soft kiss on the top of her head. He then helps Ellie to her feet.

A loving family in the countryside, going to school, a birthday party, meeting a man at the town fair, getting married, being pregnant, a baby, war, then being born again, hunger, long days at the field, the demos, blood, waking up in a hospital, therapy, pain, loneliness, the sea, losing my breath… the pain… the sorrow… darkness… “Relax, easy there.” Her voice brings me back and I find myself lying on the floor, Jane was still holding my hand. “I am sorry, it was too much. You passed out for a few seconds.” “I am sorry I doubted you.” “It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to believe me, that is why I prepared this spell. I am still not sure about many things that I keep investigating, like how ti

"He-I think we broke up." The bed creaks when she sits on the edge beside me. "Because of you being here?" I nod, blinking back tears. "Yeah, he uh thought I'd let a vamp drink..." Can't finish the words. He knows that my folks had been attacked by something in the woods that night when I was little. How on Earth would he believe I would hook up with a supernatural after a few days of being here? "Bastard." She clicks her tongue ring against her teeth. Purple strands are woven into her dark hair and slide across her cheek from the ceiling fan and she brushes them back.

I answered her sourly. "Ellie landed last night. Apparently she doesn't need her memories returned because her mate's mark not only broke through our memory spell, but also through our bindings. So, not only has she had her memory back for a while now, but she can also do rudimentary elemental magic also. She was just pretending like she was debating on turning to see if her sister would tell her the truth about who she really was. So, you can tell Josie that Ellie knows, and now she knows that Josie is aware as well so she can be expecting a call from her cousin, as I gave her Josie's number during our conversation last night." She sighed before explaining the situation to me.