Good God Y'all Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Supernaturals are all the same. They take what they want without regard for anyone but themselves." "You're a self-righteous prick, you know that?" I stomped over and slapped his face. "You talk about supernaturals like we're all evil, but you forget one crucial thing." His hand went to his cheek, where I left an impression of my hand. "What's that, witch?" "You're supernatural too, you son-of-a-bitch." I moved to slap him again, but he was ready and grabbed my wrist, holding it tight. "You broke your promise," he said quietly. "You lied, and I don't ever want to see you again." Gabe's face was contorted in a combination of rage and devastation.

The introduction to supernaturals in the human world. " What the hell, Are we in the supernatural realm? " Jack asked In shock, His eyes scanned the entire woods and he sighted Mysterious in full speed, He whooshed off and the rest followed him from behind not knowing who he was pursuing. " That's Mysterious over there, Let's get him " Jack said and Felix frowned, Felix activated his Demi god speed and he was much more faster than the rest, Jones was an hybrid but he was much more perfect and faster because he is the phantom hybrid, A legendary prophesied one for that matter.

Lucky and Charm had just stepped outside from getting settled in their room, Luck grabbed Charms hand and started running automatically when she say the girls running, because everybody know you don’t ask why you’re running until after you get away. Black people already know that's a universal rule. An older lady and a man had appeared out of thin air, no smoke, no flash, no nothing, just appeared out of thin air. “Listen you can’t just pop up out of nowhere like that; that shit can get you killed around here.” Mina said, breathing hard, as they all had their hands on their knees. Once they made it back to the group, because let’s face it they hadn’t run far, yall already know so stop playin

When no one replies. He clears his throat and starts, "When God created this world, he created many species and allow us to live in a hierarchy, from one cell living being to humans we have a cycle. To protect this hierarchy he created us I mean supernatural beings, he wanted us to protect living beings, not leaving the path he created. God thought that he gave us enough so we don't need anything anymore and paid his attention to the growing species which is humans. That's when Evil King comes into the picture. He manipulated supernatural beings and cast a spell on them. So they all forgot who they are and what their purpose in creation was and destroyed many beautiful things, God created an

This is serious and would definitely fuel war. Zane looks furious. I’m stunned as Ghost laughs his ass off at the humans dying. Someone screams for an ambulance. Some people are dialing 911 in hopes that they might be able to help the humans. Every human in the club is sick and dying. Their symptoms are slightly different, which means they all took something different. Zane is yelling at Ghost to explain himself. It’s a disaster. All of it is bad. This is what would spark a war, a war we don’t need. It's worse than we could imagine. The human authorities arrive, and all hell breaks loose as they try to take out supernaturals that come near them. It’s a mess. No, it’s a disaster and a nightma

“Yes El! Supernaturals are magical creatures, call it poetic or not, they are special, even vampires. They are creatures moved by magic!” “But I—I don’t have magic.” “Uh, yeah, there’s a fucking reason you don’t have magic!” “No, I mean, I’m fully human, I know neither of my parents were supernaturals, no ancestry either and I’m certainly not a witch!” “Then it’s less of a miracle and more of an act of god that you aren’t dead from taking that shit for—fuck, how long?” “…Ten years?...Charlie? Are—are you alright?” I asked worriedly as she just stood there for a few moments, wide eyed and looking like she’d been beamed to the moon.

I bow my head. "Moon goddess, am I dead?" I ask. The beyond is heaven for the supernatural. Supernatural spirits inhabit it, full of dazzling creatures of all kinds. That is where our counterparts are before they join us on our sixteenth birthdays. The beyond consisted of good and evil, heaven and hell, light and darkness. "You are alive. You are strong and will be stronger," the moon mother smiles kindly. However, I want to snap at her, asking why she let that shit happen to me and why my mother died, but I press my lips together.

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster. The soldier in front of me spoke over his shoulder in a hushed tone so that his superiors couldn’t hear. “We’re hunting supernaturals,” he said. “I’m sorry,” I said, meekly. “Do you mean like Superman and Batman? They’re real?” “Where are you from, girl?” the soldier laughed. He was joined by a few others who were close enough to hear. “I wasn’t trying to be funny. I just don’t understand what you mean by supernatural,” I said with a hurt tone.