Funny Supernatural Novels & Stories

So this isn't his first rodeo. "I think I'm an alright person. It depends on who you ask, though." I give him a little wink, and he laughs, "How many of these have you been to?" "This is my sixteenth time attending." Wow. I don't know why I expected a lower number. "So, you've met quite a few humans then, huh? I've never met a supernatural." He cringes. "We do not like being called *supernaturals*. We prefer being called *mystical*. Supernatural suggests we are abnormal, and it desensitizes us. We are just as natural as mortal beings." I feel embarrassed.

I look around trying to find the objects he speaks of, "Madrees are vampire hunters they would srian out your soul once they get a hold of you" "You must think I'm some sort of silly ass trying to scare me or is that some sort of trick to make me follow you?" "I did say it's my pleasure to drop you off now will you get off or not it's rather late and I do not want to be late for the fun" I wonder what hsi definition of fun is as he keeps smirking each time he mentions the word fun, Devon had sayd something about mental and emotional torture what I do not get is why this dude find it interesting,

Izan laughed with me, and that woke up my aunt, who only frowned when she saw us laughing. “What causes funny?” asked my aunt. “I want to understand.” “I want to understand too,” said Izan, and I laughed harder. “The fallen angel who created us is in love with the great white she-wolf,” I said with amusement, and I began to laugh harder. Of all the things I was prepared for in this world, that romance was not among the things I would see. I laughed too hard at the situation; it was unusual, something that made me see powerful creatures as ordinary people.

“You were so deep in thought, you didn’t even hear me come in.” Lucas chuckled, rubbing his hands together. “It’s been... weird lately. Do you believe in supernatural power?” Mike laughed. “What?” he coughed, still grinning. “That only happens in fairy tales, bro. You’ve been possessed? Let me guess, by a werewolf? Alpha? Or maybe Luna herself?” Lucas laughed too, shaking his head. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ve been bewitched. And to be honest, I don’t want to be free from it.”

Luna Sandra's plans on the mountain bore no fruit and led to her almost losing her daughter, who was only saved through great effort. Since then, the situation in Luna Sandra's residence has taken a turn for the supernatural. Ghostly occurrences began to happen daily and night, with numerous apparitions appearing seemingly out of nowhere. They revolved in the air, sometimes high, sometimes low, unaffected by the presence of people. This phenomenon spread as a disturbing rumor, with many speculating that the sudden death of the third stepmother was somehow connected to Luna Sandra. They believed that the spirit of the third stepmother had come to seek her. These rumors grew more terrifying as

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were

His mood swings were no joke, I thought. “Not really that,” I reached for a drumstick and bit into the juicy goodness. “It’s just weird to be waited on by them when I’m also one of them.” I mumbled, but I knew he heard that. It wasn’t completely the truth though. “Hmm.” Was all he replied as he took a sip of his wine. “Which would you like to start with?” He gestured between the two bottles. “Alcohol poisoning is not a fine way to go.” I shook my head at his suggestion. The supernaturals' wines and drinks were known for their quality and strength—strong enough to get him drunk and strong enough to unalive a human if consumed excessively.

I asked. He looked at me, taken aback by my question, as if not expecting it. "Of course he said, did you think werewolves were the only supernatural alive" his voice, a deep rumble ending in a chuckle. Wow, my eyes widened. "What other supernaturals are there?" I asked. "Well, there are the fae, the spirits, the ancient trees, just like you saw, the changelings, the seers, there are even some humans with special abilities that can access the supernatural," he said.

I was as lost as her. “Who are ‘we’ you keep mentioning them and who is that god you all want to awaken if there is such a thing?” She asked in confusion and the male laughed as he watched Tamara’s confused face and I clenched my fists, feeling my claws dug into my palms. “We are the fed up supernaturals. We want the world to change. And mate, you are silly, of course, there are gods or did you think that there is only the moon goddess, the weakest of the weak?”

said Jadden. "How pathetic!" added Will. "We supernatural beings are a freak of nature. We're not supposed to exist. Everything that has an oddity will have a loophole. For example, vampires, they live immortal but can't walk during the day. Werewolves, they are very strong but their temperament is very unstable. Witches can control all the elements in nature, but their souls are broken. However, the rulers of this realm are humans, creatures that don't have any supernatural powers but they have intelligent brains and more civilised souls. Humans are one of the loopholes for supernatural beings like us and I firmly believe I will definitely have that fateful loophole. I am the ultimate oddit