Folsom.prison Blues Supernatural Novels & Stories

As we approached downtown, I nodded to Caspian. "Take off his blindfold," I said. "He can't figure out where we came from at this point anyway." Max blinked as the cloth was removed, his eyes darting around nervously. "We're... we're close," he stammered. "Just a few more blocks." He confessed. Soon, we pulled up in front of an abandoned-looking warehouse. But appearances could be deceiving. The scent hit me immediately - wolves. My lips curled into a snarl. So, our bombers weren't just ordinary criminals after all.

Asteria POV. The moment has arrived. We are transporting the prisoners to the conference and we need to do this and fast as my skin begins drying again. I don’t have long. 48 hours, my ass. The prisoners are led out in cuffs that can’t be broken unless with the blood of the one who has placed them on. Which is Gaia. We walk through the Supernatural Council headquarters and out into the lobby. Wolves form a circle around us as Fenrir opens the portal. I take a few breaths as Carter takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.

The weight of her loneliness was bearing down on her like a heavy blanket, and tears were blurring her eyesight as she curled more and farther into herself. The world around her dissipated into blackness as her eyes slowly closed and moved away from her. Her small form lay hidden in the grass, a fragile, lost soul in a world that had forgotten her. The night engulfed her completely, and at that very time, she disappeared entirely, leaving her fate an unsettling mystery that was never explained. **** In the Grand Mansion of the Westwoods...

I should die trying to stand up for myself than let this cancer kill me. But right now, instead of moving forward, I'm pinned to the earth. I couldn't even move my limbs; it's this mysterious being doing, and I know that. The fiery eyes peer at me as If looking deep into my soul and plotting to rip it right the fuck out. The fog stood still, unwavering. “Why you?” “Why me? What do you mean?” I struggled to get free from his invisible strong grip. The more I remain unmoving, the more unsteady my breathing becomes. My breaths flowed out in a fast, breaking beat

Then I signal to a waiter, "The same. Double the rum, please." Henry gives me the stink eye but doesn't dare say anything. "I told you this man is dangerous, Henry. The less you know, the better," I reply, shaking my head. Henry starts to protest but stops immediately. Jones is back and takes his place beside us. He leaves the screen of his cell phone turned up and what I see there tears my heart. "Do you have children, Mr. Jones? May I see them?" asks Henry, giving him a big smile. Jones just grins back at him and swallows his bourbon hard. Then he lets his phone slide across the table for Henry to grab. He runs a hand over his jaw and signals a waiter to hand him the same.

I went to one of my apartment and decided to stay there. Stepping into my condo I remembered where I actually came. This hell is much more scarier than my house. In this condo I can hear her screams from each and every corner. That horrible night on which I forced her and crumbled a girl's pride and dignity with my madness. Looking at the balcony itself began to give chills when that scene flashed into my mind where Nivi began to jump from there and tried to kill herself. I shut my both ears when I began to hear Nivi screaming from everywhere. I stood from couch and went to grab a bottle of whiskey.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

My voice shook as I begged. "Caino, I have thalassemia. I can't..." He grabbed the back of my neck and slammed me against the wall. He pulled out a gun and pressed it to my temple. His voice was ice cold. “Sancia, you do not get to negotiate with me. Either you give blood, or you die.” I lost track of how much blood they took before I passed out. Then I fell into a warm embrace that smelled of fresh soap.

He placed his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, but I flinched and shrieked. " Calm down beautiful... It was me. I was trying to comfort you. Don't worry I am here with you and I will fight all the demons for you." I could feel him smiling while he was speaking. Yes why not?? You are a satan and all the demons are already your friends. Why did you dare me to watch that damn movie? Why the hell, did I have to fall for your dare trap. I caught his arm very tightly. He took out his phone and opened the torch. Thank god, but the big shadows were looking like demons... I can't be scared of just a big shadow. This was absolutely childish. But the movie was having the effect on me.

He loved his parents deeply and appreciate the simple joys of life they had given him. One day, as he was helping his father with some repairs around the house, a mysterious woman approached them. She was draped in colorful scarves and wore a collection of intriguing jewelry. Her name was Madam Seraphina, a fortune teller known for her mystical abilities. Curiosity piqued, Sarah and David welcomed Madam Seraphina into their home. She took one look at Ethan and gasped, her eyes widening with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Your son," she began, her voice trembling with conviction, "he carries with him a unique aura, a connection to a past life."