Fanfic Supernatural Novels & Stories

She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin. “Same dream?” she asked. “Yea. This must mean something,” I responded. “How are you holding up on... you know what?” “I'm okay for now, I think.” So, I'm a vampire. One of the last ones remaining. One is my girlfriend who I turned just because she asked me to, which I admit wasn’t the greatest idea. The other is the person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Being a vampire comes with a ton of benefits like enhanced speed, strength, healing, and senses. However, there's a major drawback, especially for a new vampire like Janea. The uncontrollable craving for blood.

I looked toward the stairs, where I knew Fiona was probably getting ready for breakfast, completely unaware that my son had just accused her of witchcraft. "Increase security," I said. "And get me everything we can find on omega bloodlines. Particularly any mention of... unusual abilities." Because if Damon was right….if there was something supernatural about Fiona's hold over me….then I needed to know. Before it was too late for all of us. But even as I gave the order, I realized a terrible truth: I didn't care if she was a witch. I didn't care if she was using magic to manipulate my feelings.

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.

The word isn't just an answer; it is a blood vow. ​I am drowning in the scent of her, in the sheer heat radiating off her newly reformed skin. I want to tell her the absolute truth. I want to tell her she is my fated mate, that her human body is miraculously, painfully adapting to match the power of my own. But as I look into that piercing, analytical gaze, I know I have to hold back. If I push too hard with the supernatural reality now, I’ll terrify her and lose the very thing I am desperately trying to protect.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

she declares with divine disdain, and carelessly drops a broken test tube to the floor before looking around the destroyed space with continued puzzlement. Damon remains exactly where he is with his arms folded defensively across his chest, still desperately trying to process the overwhelming reality of witnessing the person whom he once declared as the absolute love of his life being completely uprooted and possessed by another supernatural essence. This strangely powerful divine being that has taken residence in Serena's body is something he himself cannot begin to comprehend or categorize in his understanding of the supernatural world.

[Delilah] I knew he might have been there to bait me the moment I sensed him in that bar three weeks ago. Seeing him here today confirms it. Someone is trying to set me up and they are using this sweet child to trap me. I should have never approached him that night. But a virgin as pure as him is so rare I had to be the first to sample him, to drink from his essence. It had been so long since I had a proper meal, and it didn't hurt that he was also devastatingly beautiful. Angelic almist. My kind cannot resist something so fresh and pure. Whoever put him on my path did so knowing that I would be come weak in his presence, drawn to his inner light. It is in our nature to find, claim, seduce,

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'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

" Summer grabbed the door. "This body is different. Amelia Fernandez was from the seafood market. Someone used an ice pick and drove it through her left ear straight into her brain." "How is this different? Isn't she just as dead as everyone else?" "There wasn't a single sign of struggle. Even under her fingernails was clean!" Summer stared at me. "The medical examiner ruled it a suicide." "Who can drive an ice pick into their own brain and not struggle?" "I want you to read her." I rubbed my fingers together. "Five thousand is too little. Up the fee."