Emily Swallow Supernatural Novels & Stories

Late one summer night, as they tuned into frequencies unknown, the friends—Jake, Emily, Noah, and Lily—accidentally opened a portal to the Upside Realms, a parallel dimension dripping with eerie echoes of their own world. Unbeknownst to them, the Upside Realms harbored dark entities hungry for the energy of the living. As strange occurrences plagued Everwood—disappearing pets, flickering streetlights, and odd markings etched on the town's trees—the friends realized they were at the center of a supernatural storm.

I let my fingers touch them, and something like a memory flashed before my eyes, seeing Emily saving a girl from vampire claws and answering my unspoken question. Emily's eyes suddenly shot open, startling me, and I instinctively retrieved my hands from her when I saw the red and yellow flames burning in her eyes. "What the f*ck!" I internally gasped. I had never seen anything like that before. Emily turned her gaze toward me, and what she said next startled the living sh*t out of me. ****

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

Lucy admitted. "Not for me," Willow replied tossing her supposed trophy away, the skull attached spine. "Now you know why am called the 'Spine ripper'," she said walking away. They stared at each other and followed along shortly after. EMMA'S RESIDENCE, MIDNIGHT: Emma had just returned from peeing in the bathroom, and going back to sleep she hesitated, couldn't help the feeling like she was being watched. So she filled her palm with a bright, white light ball.

” “At my age?I’m quite happy to do things,how do you say?...Old school.None of these fancy gimmicks for me.I remember when your uncle Charlie was serving his country, how I used to love writing letters to him…” So for the next few hours Beth and Emma were regaled with stories of times gone by. ........... Much later, while the girls were freshening up for dinner, Mrs Feeney went to her bedroom, closed the door and sat down on her bed. It was worse than what she had imagined.The energy surrounding Bethany was dark and malignant.The spirit seeking to control her was much more powerful than what she had seen in her dream-vision. All her life she had protected those who were in harm’s way from t

“Yes, she has the power to control Primrose, but what if getting a piece of The Raven gives her more than just the ability to possess someone?” “I’m pretty impressed by the ability to ‘just’ possess someone, if I’m honest,” Elmo said thoughtfully. “What else is there?” Lucas looked squarely at Emily and Elmo, his eyes haunted with understanding. “Maybe to get even, she has to really come back,” he whispered. “We need to tell Beatrice,” Emily said. Lucas went for his phone but before his hand could reach it, Emily cried out in horror. She stood up, her eyes rolling back into her eye sockets until only the whites were on show, her arms rigid at her sides as her whole body jittered as if underg

"Honestly, I don't believe in this shit. They are just rich kids with money power. And you know that money can do everything, including making someone to disappear. "My thoughts exactly. I don't believe in this supernatural shit. We are all humans in this college, just that some have more richer parents." A month ago, Emma would have believed the last statement, would have been among the group which laughed at people talking about the supernatural in college, but knowing the things she knew now, from her experiences these few weeks, she knew that the supernatural exist, and that they might be in this region, perhaps even in the college. After all, wasn't her history professor the same? Altho

Not far away, Sophia was straining to listen to Emily's phone conversation. But Emily didn't say anything useful, just a few "yes" responses that didn't reveal much. Mr. Satan said, "From now on, don't hang up the phone. Describe to me everything you see in the haunted house, one by one, and I'll help you find the switches." Emily took a deep breath to calm herself. She looked around and described the scene to him, "It's a circular area, vampire-themed. There are lots of bats and dry branches..."

I carefully opened the book, the pages crackling with age, and began to read. The text was written in an ancient script, difficult to decipher, but the more I read, the more a sense of dread settled over me. It spoke of a rare lineage of wolves, ones with powers that could either save or destroy. My heart pounded as the descriptions started to match what I had seen in Emily, the strange glow in her eyes, the way her presence had started to affect those around her, even me.

She looked around the room to see if anyone was watching or listening to our conversation before closing her eyes. Wait, what is she doing?" Her mouth made a familiar movement. And when I meant a familiar moment, I meant the supernatural. The witches? I stood up, shocked. She is a witch?!! "You..." She finally opened her eyes, but I was still standing in shock. Why does a witch want to see me again? "I am Emily. You can take a sit my dear. I won't do anything to you." "How do I know you haven't made a dark spell to harm me?"