H H Holmes Supernatural Novels & Stories

The air smelled of damp stone, moss, and there was another smell— something acrid and metallic. The tunnel widened into a massive chamber, an eerie stillness pressing around me as I moved. The storm still raged outside. A few steps in and the darkness lifted, granting me a view of the cave. Thick roots coiled around the stone walls, like green snakes. For a moment, I was certain I’d seen one move. A human skull hung from the ceiling, suspended by twisted black strings. And then I saw them, a pile of human and animal bones by the corner. One skull in particular caught my eye—a wolf’s, its hollow sockets staring straight at me, as if it recognized me.

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.

Sapphire held Hale in her arms. She hadn’t even blinked when the barriers had gotten broken and a giant chakram moving round and cutting through various soldiers. She didn’t flinch as the steel butterflies sliced through Supernaturals left and right and they fell. She wasn’t bothered that the creatures were back and barreling through. She held him, his face close to her neck as she rocked side to side. She was open, she was vulnerable in the midst of the struggle, in the midst of the carnage. She didn’t even question why she wasn’t dead yet.

I immediately asked him for my own reassurance - is there an end for him? "Yes there is!" He hit the small stick which he used as a bolster on the platform a few inches ahead from where he sat and dashed it through the floor. A spark of fire came out of it. Then he hit the place a few inches beside with the same bolster and there came out a small stream of water like a fountain. My throat became dry in blessedness for having experienced the felicity of his holiness. For the good stars I was destined I met him and he had some kind of a supernatural force in him.

as his hair became golden and his eyes became blue like an ocean Every place in the supernatural changed for good. The darkness was defeated with their own weapon The supernatural became Beautiful more than what you can describe heaven to be The citizens of the supernatural came out roaring in victory with praise and trumpets While in the Natural, every disaster that was happening during their battles stopped and sicknesses of all kind were healed Peace was created between humans, gods and their world aswell The living waters and tress that dried and faded off where brought back to life sparkling like diamonds Everything was transformed..including Billie and their baby Sarah was very happy w

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

She didn't realize that in this house, the only way to survive a snake like Victoria is to be a bigger monster. And for the first time, I had the perfect partner in crime.

But none of that compared to the promise of seeing the supernatural beings look up at the sky and realize that their magic wouldn’t save them. Herman, still on his knees, lowered his head. “The supernatural weapon,” he said. Talus looked at him with satisfaction. “You see, Maxon. It still works.” I burst out laughing. “Then use it.” Talus placed two fingers on Herman’s head, and the sorcerer shuddered.