Funny Supernatural Novels & Stories

I was nothing more than a surrogate they hired. Their original plan was to stress me out with a diet of high-cholesterol meat and the grief of losing loved ones, hoping I would die in an accident and they could inherit my dad's fortune and cash in on a fat insurance policy. However, when I jumped from the upstairs and ended up in a coma, only to wake up soon after, they panicked about being found out and crafted a fake reality around me, a true Truman Show. In the sterile quiet of the hospital room, the past year's nightmare played out again. They pumped me full of drugs that twisted reality, convincing me I was given a second chance at life.

Amber snapped at the exact same time Cassandra yelled, “She crushed my phone!” The headache that had been forming earlier exploded into full force. “And attacking each other, fighting with your claws out, seemed like the best solution?” My voice dropped to that dangerous level that made people step back. “Because in your clearly idiotic-induced brains, you have forgotten that people cannot find out that the supernatural exists. And it is very clear that the people here are humans.” “I—” Amber started.

“Am I supposed to feel flattered?” Okay, he was a little sensitive. “Sorry, didn’t mean it that way.” He looked up at me, raising only one eyebrow. The Haunter Supreme demanded elaboration. I shrugged. “You normalized paranormal activity. It helped people going through it not to feel they’ve lost their minds, and helped regular people grasp the idea of invisible entities sharing the spaces with us. Not to mention the whole generation of investigators you guys inspired. Nobody cares if you get possessed or Isaac feels things every time the episode gets too quiet for TV.” I paused churning his pancake mix to turn to him. “You told me that yourself, remember: it’s supposed to be entertaining an

"And the Moon Goddess?" Sandy burst out laughing, doubling over with mirth. "Oh my god, are you serious?" she gasped. "Werewolves , alpha and the Moon Goddess? That's just a fairytale, silly! There's no such thing as werewolves or any other supernatural creatures." I could feel my mind reeling as her words hit me like a brick. She stopped laughing for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you're okay? Did you hit your head or something?"

I countered, "I actually do think I'm senile sometimes. I have weird dreams and think of weird things; I've even met the grim reaper a few times. I think I'm way past senile, don't you think?" I heard laughter after my rant; was he laughing at me? How's the grim reaper capable of producing such a cute & gentle laugh? He was beyond rude, but blessed with cute laughter. "That's wasn't me; I don't laugh. Laughing doesn't suit my line of work. That was my scythe." "Quit reading my mind! How do I shut you out?" I paused, "Wait, your scythe can laugh?" My eyes bulged at the craziness I was experiencing. This was beyond the norm. As I was thinking of this abnormality, an orange smoke appeared.

Lucas teased, grinning at Raphael. "This is Scuttlebutt, my loyal familiar," I said, beaming with pride as I scratched behind Scuttle's ears. "And that's Jinks, Lucas's faithful familiar." Raphael's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Familiars, you say? I'm not familiar with the concept." I chuckled at the pun, launching into an explanation. "Familiars are supernatural beings with the ability to shapeshift. They're powerful, and magical, and serve as our protectors and guides. They amplify our abilities and assist us in mastering our craft." Raphael's eyes widened, intrigued. "Fascinating! I think I might need a familiar of my own. Where do I sign up?"

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

“Yeah, don’t remind me. I was watching on the next a pastor down in the states going on a witch hunt.” “Funny that. Witches aren’t really in the supernatural world. That was a way of life and not a religion or a supernatural creature. The supernatural creatures are Druids, and mages for the most part with a few other creatures that have their own magic. But it’s all got laws, rules and limits. Anyway, please for your safety and that of any other humans, keep them back. I need to go take control of this from my Beta. That’s my second in command.” “Fine, but if you need our help with anything else…”

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

Hera could have treated Bryn like shit or flat-out killed her after she was born, but she didn’t, and I am thankful for that every day. “We were wondering if you knew about what is happening in Europe?” She asks. I know what she is talking about. For the last two years, there have been numerous supernaturals disappearing. We know it has nothing to do with the black market since it is mainly werewolves and vampires, and both of those species are numerous, so they are not even on the black market radar. There have also been sightings of abnormal creatures for a few months now. As others have described, they look like a mix between a werewolf, a vampire, and something else. We are not sur