Fantasy Supernatural Books Novels & Stories

I continue to read and try to understand the knowledge before me. I decide to pack these books and I go back for others. I grab several jars of herbs and such too. Several crystals who's importance I read. I grab a book on banshees, and another old book with marker on it's spine. It's so old the original print has faded. Incubi, succubi and demons. I drag it back to the room excited to crack it open.

The questions started pouring as if they had never left, each one following the other in a barrage. "It's a book. You will learn a lot from it. It's about the creation of most supernaturals, and the deities in charge of managing these supernaturals" he said to me, while stretching a book towards me. The chronicle of the six. That was the name of the book, written in bold gold lettering. The book was fairly big, and looked like it had been opened and closed by many hands, the edges were frayed and the book had a brown tint to it.

She carried her weathered leather-bound book under her arm, the one I'd seen her clutch like it held the secrets of the universe. “We don’t have time for this,” she announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Ryan is right. More supernaturals... the witches, the warlocks, the werewolves... are dying by the hundreds with every time we waste. And the death won't stop until there's nothing left." She set the book on the table with a heavy thud and flipped through its yellowed pages. The scent of old paper and faint magic filled the air. She stopped on an illustration that made my blood run cold.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

I will not waste much time overviewing the point of the novel. My name is Grace and I'm the author of this novel. I want to inform you that this book is purely a work of fiction and some events might be totally unbelievable and that's cool because that's how world of supernaturals work. Always Share, Comment and Vote my book ?Grace THE CURSE

Remember that—for the next time we meet, your kingdom and your people will be at my mercy. And with that, it was gone. I fell to the ground, my breath caught in my throat as my hands quickly found my neck while I coughed frantically. "Saraphina… Saraphina…" I kept repeating her name as I fell to the ground, releasing my beast. I didn’t care anymore—I wanted it to run wild and destroy. All that was important was finding her. I’d seen danger before, with so many dangerous supernatural creatures—but I’d never faced anything like this in my life.

Belle sat up in bed, using the buttons on the side to adjust the positioning as the nurse had shown her. The book, white with a pentacle on the cover, described the basics of witchcraft in terms even a layman could understand. Her older sister had been kind enough to drop it off, along with a change of clothing and a box of Thornton's continental—her favourite chocolates. According to this book, the spell Damien cast on her would be returned to him threefold.

With a renewed sense of hope, I decided to distract myself until the evening by immersing myself in a book. Reaching for a book on my shelf, a worn-out copy of "Mythology of the Supernatural," I felt a sense of comfort. I had always been fascinated by tales of werewolves and vampires as a child, finding solace in the fantastical worlds they inhabited. Maybe that's why the heavens decided to place me in their midst. I had never thought them to be real. As I flipped through the pages, my mind wandered, imagining myself in the midst of these mythical creatures, too bad I was pretty much me as a human.

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

Was it a deserted baby wailing for his mother? The lifeless tree grumbled, and a hefty book popped out from the branches, straight onto her lap. “Curse of the Sapphire – History of the Demonic witches,” she read the title and stared at the bracelet on her right wrist. Red as a demon’s eyes. It stopped breathing fire, now it pierced her flawless skin, giving her bruises she might remember for a lifetime if she survived the ongoing battle. Can humans even co-exist with the supernatural creatures? The book started with a question, which Cassy always had in mind but till date, she didn’t dare to dig the answer.