Fanfic Supernatural Novels & Stories

The air sparkled with the promise of untold adventures, and the horizon beckoned with mysteries waiting to be unveiled. Faelan descended gracefully, wings folding with a subtle rustle. "In this realm, the boundaries between werewolves and vampires blur, and ancient conflicts hold no dominion. Here, the extraordinary nature of your love becomes a catalyst for transformation—a force that reshapes the very essence of supernatural existence." Davien and I exchanged glances, our eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the profound journey that lay ahead. The Nexus of Unity, a realm born from the magic of the Heartwood, held the promise of a future where the divisions of the past could be transc

[Anthony’s POV] I move slowly down the street while trying to calm the raging emotions that are threatening to drown me. Fuck, it was frustrating how things were with Tabitha, but thanks to that fucking succubus, there was no way we could go back to how we were. Fucking supernaturals. This was why I hated them all. They used their abilities to play with you as they please, and they didn’t give two shits if they fucked up your life or not.

He said the words carefully, as if afraid she would think he was pressuring her. Miah couldn’t help herself; it was rather exhilarating to have so much power over an ancient supernatural being. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss of her own. Slow and hot, and blatantly wanting more. “I will never be able to come to this store again without thinking of this night.” She moved away from him, cleaning and clothing herself in the easy manner of her people. There were tremendous advantages to being supernatural—things she had been unable to do while keeping up the illusion of being human. It was fun and enjoyable—those little details she had tried to keep out of her mind.

The next, blinding light that could burn supernatural retinas. Supernatural beings from my past appeared as ghostly witnesses. Projection. Memory. Something in between. Victor would have loved to analyze this supernatural phenomenon. His scientific brain would be working overtime, trying to categorize something that defied all logical explanation. Elara would be documenting every single magical signature, her analytical mind breaking down the impossible. Kane and Zane would be feeling every supernatural pulse of my internal battle. But here, in this moment, I was alone. Truly alone.

Damon muttered as he fixed his gaze on my arm, I followed his gaze as I sighted the unbelievable, the wound on my arm fused together, slowly merging and soon it all closed up, there wasn't a single scratch "Oh my God, this is not real!!! It's not real!" I muttered, closing my eyes as I muttered indecently "You are not a student anymore Liam..... " He said, slightly pausing as he stared at me, I held a confused gaze, waiting for him to speak "You are now a Supernatural!!" He finally completed his words and I heaved in frustration, I never wanted this, I don't!! "Isn't there any way you can cure this, I don't want this!" I muttered, he frown his brows as he stood from the bed

he countered, eyebrows raised. "I asked first," I shot back. "If you're embarrassed about making out on your first day, don't be. It's just me," Bobby said with a smug grin. "We weren't making out, Bobby," Daniel jumped in before I could respond. "She wants to see the school ghosts." "Then what's with the hand-holding?" Bobby asked, nodding toward our now-separated hands. "Protection from the supernatural," Daniel replied. "What do you mean?" Bobby asked, his head tilting slightly, tone shifting to something more serious.

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

“Packs stick together and as a majority in the Supernatural council, we aren’t a species to mess around with.” “Fae are endangered species, protected by that same council that claims to be on the side of the minority community and offers them full protection,” I reminded him. “And yet, that didn’t stop the vampires from coming after us.” “Go on then.” Alpha Charles sighed. “Only till you reach your limit. Do not force yourself to bring back unwanted memories.”

Silas My lips met hers with an electric charge, a fusion of ancient desires and newfound connections. The touch sparked a cascade of sensations, a dance of warmth and energy that transcended the boundaries of our supernatural beings. As our lips converged, I felt a surge of power—an intoxicating blend of Lycan essence and vampiric allure. It was a fusion of contrasting energies, an alchemy that spoke to the intricate dance of our intertwined destinies. The sensation, both familiar and novel, lingered in the air like the echoes of a long-forgotten melody.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”