Fiction Supernatural Books Novels & Stories

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

Not green, but blazing with his own will. “Get,” he snarled, teeth clenched, “OUT OF MY HEAD!” He pushed with all he had and not his body, but his spirit. The cord snapped. The spectre screamed, shocked and furious, it flailed, untied, losing shape. The journal burst with light, its silver scars blazed like a small sun. A beam of pure silver shot out, wrapping the spectre. It fought and shrieked, but was pulled to the book. With a final bright flash that blinded them, it vanished.

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.

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”

believed that the only way for us to be able to rebuild our population, was by producing children with the vampires and mages. And now, she has been told that her ex Alpha is looking for a hybrid bride. “I know mother, but unfortunately we didn’t have a seer telling us it was our only option at the time” I pointed out. “Hah! Quite frankly I’m amazed the Alpha even entertained the idea of approaching a seer in the first place!” “Perhaps that will give you an idea of how desperate we are” I replied gently. Her eyes softened. She moved back to the table and sat down. After taking a breath she turned back to me. “I can’t say I’ve heard anything from the other lone wolves. I’m unusual in the way

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

I should return to my chambers, should maintain the careful schedule that kept me safely within established boundaries. Instead, I found myself drawn deeper into the library's maze of shelves, following an instinct I couldn't name toward sections I hadn't yet explored. The books grew older as I moved toward the back of the room, their bindings more fragile, their subjects increasingly esoteric. Here were volumes on subjects that academic institutions would dismiss as superstition—treatises on lycanthropy, studies of lunar influences on human behavior, collections of spells that claimed to bind souls to animal forms. Research, I thought with grim humor. Someone has been doing very specific re

The section where books on lore and the supernatural appeared the most disturbed. “Well, that confirms it. Someone, I presume Professor Digby, has gone through all the books on anything that refers to the supernatural. Ghost, fairies, and witchcraft. None of the books appear marked by use as far as I can see and there're no spaces where there might be a book missing. Before you ask, no, there’s no grimoire, and nothing wrapped in human skin as far as I can tell.”