Fanfic Supernatural Novels & Stories

Us supernaturals are closely alike with wild animals. Well, we are human wild animals. My shaking hear reluctantly agrees. Our supernatural eyes are closely alike with wild animals. We see clearly within the dare. That's an unappreciated importance of our supernatural eyes. Its barely needed or required so hardly appreciated. My eyes finally locate my bed side lamp. I power on it. My glowing eyes stop. The lamp brightly illuminates the room. I smile. My eyes instantly stare at the felt figure. They broaden. It's clearly my mate caroline.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

I could tone that back so it didn’t hurt or just make them forget, which I usually preferred. Without care, it could get problematic. Too many orgasmic bites in too short a time could lead to obsession very quickly. Sometimes this cuts both ways. Sometimes the vampire would end up desiring the victim too, just as much. I’d never experienced that, but I knew it was possible. But that was only ever an issue with humans, supernaturals were always able to see through that, so maybe there was in fact something else at play here. Maybe he did feel something genuine. It is possible, after all.

It became increasingly evident that the threads of destiny, once thought to be woven into a tapestry of unity, were also entwined with a complex web of consequences. One fateful night, under the full moon's luminous glow, the prophecy's fulfillment began to unfold. Whispers of ancient forces and cosmic alignments echoed through the supernatural world. The hybrid child, with a sense of inevitability, found themselves drawn to the birthing sanctuary—the very place where their parents, Adrian and Seraphina, had defied the norms of their species. In the sanctuary's hallowed grounds, the child experienced a surge of power, an energy that resonated with the echoes of prophecy. The air crackled wit

I backed out of my parking space before I sped down the road, driving as I turned the radio down a little from what it had been earlier with just me. "So," I purred and smirked. I could play with the idea of the supernatural to get a feel about how she thinks about them.... It'll help to know this if I'm keeping her. "Have you ever wondered about the supernatural? I know a lot of people really like that Milo Young's writings."

“The more I fight against involving myself with you three, the more hopeless I become. I don’t understand the attraction, but I keep wanting more. Silas, why am I so addicted to being near all three of you, even though you and Gunther seem to hate me?” Was this what True Intirmates were? Silas heard rumors about Soulbounds, creatures not just Intirmates, but Chosen by the Gods or Fates for each other. Could it be the three men were Soulbound to Catherine? The attraction was on a physical, emotional, and mental level. His entire being focused on where her body touched his, from her small hands against his shoulders to where her legs balanced over his calves. Silas could not help but gaze into

I catch the sight of blood on his arm before he could reply, and he huffs when he sees me watching it. “I couldn’t have accessed your mind without your blood.” I glare up at him before grasping the gratified look that glints in his eyes. “My blood? How is it that it does not burn your skin?” “It can’t scald supernatural beings.” The new man smirks, more like a proud smirk for whatever he has just said. He begins to look like he needs to explain more about supernaturalism. Yet, my blood is still on him—he can feel my knowledge of the latter.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

The Phantom reveled in their control over Alex's past, taunting them with the knowledge of their past failures and the potential devastation that lay ahead. But Alex had changed. They had faced their demons, forged their own path, and discovered the strength to overcome their past. With a newfound resolve, they engaged The Phantom in a battle that transcended mere physicality. The clash of wills was intense, a reflection of their inner struggle for redemption. The Phantom wielded dark magic, conjuring illusions and manipulating the very fabric of reality. But Alex's resilience and growth allowed them to see through the illusions, to confront their past head-on, and emerge stronger than ever.

Vance questioned with shock written all over his face. "Part-nymph. Yeah. Nymphs are supernatural beings with powers usually tied to nature and bringing harmony to the environment around them," Samson explained. "Yeah man, we can catch you up," Gabriel said, happy to discuss in further detail. Gabriel caught Samson and Vance up on the latest research he had helped Lucy with in the library the previous evening.