H H Holmes Supernatural Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

“I’m not sure if they’re all Van Helsings, or some are… but we are almost entirely sure that the NES has Van Helsing agents amongst them.” “In Havermouth?” Rohan was aghast. “That has never happened in the history of the town.” “The question is was it the pack or…” Heath’s eyes slid to where Talen was licking the wound on his wrist closed, and Heath gave a slight shrug turning the palm of his hand up. “If we knew who had drawn the Van Helsings’ attention to Havermouth, we would know better how to…” His gaze rested on Aislen, and she saw the moment that he realized that he possessed the ability to delve into the minds of the soldiers and discover their purpose. “Could you…?”

Hayley folded her arms ready to listen to what her friend had to say. “I feel like those memories were taken away from me. Mr. Hagen was murdered, but I can't just tell what exactly happened because I can't remember. Yesterday I had to force myself to make some research about the histories of Weston Hills.” Wendy said, narrowing her eyebrow to Hayley and then to Marcus. “If I may ask, what did you find?” Hayley interrupted raising her hands. “Well, my research told me about supernatural creatures that inhabited Weston Hills fifteen to thirty years ago.”

Small and fast. Holly. "No!" I tried to shout, but my voice came out as a whisper. Holly threw herself between Tate and Heriberto just as dark magic exploded from the warlock's hands. The spell hit her full force. Holly screamed, her body convulsing. Then she fell, smoke rising from burns that covered her entire torso. "Holly!" Tate's voice was raw with grief. The distraction was enough. Tate rolled away as Heriberto's follow-up attack hit empty ground.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

I can’t place my finger on the mechanics of it, and it drives me fucking insane. What are the coincidences that seven girls are drained completely empty in the exact same timeframe that Hale gets her youth back? What are the coincidences that Hale Volkov is far, far more than she has ever projected to Knox, to her family, to the entire North? What are the coincidences that Hale is a spy from the East, dropped right here, hidden beside the one person Knox would never suspect—his own blood? Something inside me finally tears off its hinges. I lose my grip on sanity, and a cold, dark laugh rips out of my throat.