H H Holmes Supernatural Novels & Stories

Selene says and I look at her before Celest speaks and I look at her instead. "The hunter isn't your sisters mate, that is a bond they have fabricated. Holly has two mates, one woman and one man. Both are supernatural actually, one werewolf and one hybrid. One of them are in your pack and they need to meet each other and fast if they don't then it will be more worse than what it is right now." Celeste says.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

“I can work with you for the next couple of hours, but then I have to go to the club. Bradford and Lynn took the night off to see that new movie, and I have to finish booking the performers for the end of the year fest.” Samael hums in agreement. “What movie are they going to see?” I shrug. “Some movie about a cannibal serial killer.” “Do you remember the last movie we saw at the Cinema?” I shudder. “That was a very long time ago, but I’ll never forget. It was the one with the little girl who disappears into the television screen? Those humans should have known better than to buy a home built over Indian burial grounds.” Samael nods. “You have to admit it was quite amusing to see how frighte

And without another word, she turned and disappeared into the trees. I stood there motionless for a second. It was now dark and Atlas and I needed to get home before any other creatures decided to target us. I nodded at Atlas, signalling my command for him to shift. My large white wolf tore out of me, relived to be let out after being made so angry and frustrated by the encounter with the seer. I raced through the night, closely followed by Atlas's black wolf who I could tell was also happy to be released. I went over the seer’s words in my head. Hybrids were very rare as the races of supernatural beings hated each other. If hybrids did occur, they were outcasts and viewed as the lowest of t

the General painted a light smile. “Ah, yes, that one. I was spying on the middle watchtower last night when I saw the queen unleashing her wrath. The good news is, she already destroyed the central watchtower. She killed so many Soul Stealers. But the bad news, Esdras locked her up in an iron room where her power was sealed. I’m sure she’ll be brought outside on the night of the ritual. And it will be happening tonight, at midnight when the sky is at its darkest. When the sun and the moon are aligned.”

The attic of the old Victorian in Salem smelled of cedar, dried sage, and the sharp metallic bite of charged mercury. Moonlight poured through the tall, arched window in pale shafts, catching on the salt-and-chalk circle etched into the wide-plank floorboards. At its center stood Rowan Hale, twenty-nine, barefoot, wearing only a sheer black slip that clung to her full breasts and wide hips, the silk so thin her dark nipples showed through. Her locs hung loose down her back, threaded with tiny silver beads that glinted like stars. In her left hand she held an obsidian athame; in her right, a small copper bowl filled with her own blood, crushed night-blooming jasmine, and powdered star-anise.

Holt took a step back. His composure cracked. Just slightly, just for a second. But it cracked. "Interesting," he said. His voice had changed. Still controlled, but underneath it was something I recognized from the Rogue in the trees — reassessment. He was recalculating. Adrian came through the stairwell door. He crossed the corridor in four steps, put his hand on Holt's arm, and said something I couldn't hear. Holt went completely still. Not frozen — aware. His eyes were sharp and present but his body had stopped entirely, like someone had turned off the signal to his limbs. A binding, my father had explained. A Hunter immobilizing a target's supernatural capacity and, by extension, their p

His fangs restored as he picked an unconscious Callum in his arms. "And what will you explain to your human? Who you are"? Zol smirked. "I will tell him everything. Including the fact that I am Hybrid". He replied calmly before leaving the hall with his friends as Zol put his spell off them. *********** Tabby

The helmet was featureless, save for a single, glowing, horizontal slit of piercing, cold white light. The hologram spoke. The voice wasn't synthesized; it was deep, resonant, and echoed with the absolute, crushing pressure of the abyss. "Anomaly 'Ghost'. Combatant 'Steele'," the Sovereign of Abyssal-One spoke, the words vibrating through the floorboards. "You survived the tide. You have secured the Ark of Neo-Angeles. You believe you have claimed the surface." Dax stepped forward, placing himself between the hologram and me. "We didn't claim it. We opened it. And if you send any more of your mechanical fish out of the water, we'll gut them, too."

It had only been four days since she arrived from Australia, and the big Voss family house still felt like a maze at night. She pushed open a door on the ground floor, expecting the kitchen lights. Instead, the room was dim, lit only by the blue glow of several computer monitors on a large desk. Chloe froze mid-step. Mr. Damien Voss sat in his leather chair, his tall frame leaning back. His pants were open, and his hand moved slowly up and down his thick cock. The shaft looked heavy, veins standing out along its length, the head glistening under the monitor light. He was stroking it with a steady rhythm, his fingers wrapped firmly around the girth.