H H Holmes Supernatural Novels & Stories

But the need for answers took priority. I sat on the chair opposite the old woman and ask, “How? How is this possible?” I looked down at my hands, flushed with color and life, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. I was dead. There was not a question in my mind if it had been a dream... a nightmare. I knew Greyson killed me that night. “Your power called out to me. I wouldn’t have sensed you if not for the magic lingering in your bones,” she affirmed, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

The sobs racked my body, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair. In my desperate search for an escape, I opened a drawer and retrieved a small blade, one that I had hoped never to use again. With trembling hands, I began to peel off my pants, the cold air against my bare skin a stark reminder of what I was about to do. Just as I was on the brink of succumbing to the destructive urge, the door to my room swung open with a sudden force. Startled, I looked up and my heart constricted when I saw Xavier standing there, his eyes wide with shock and concern.

I said. “Are you sure?” He asked. “They need to keep a supply of food on hand for when there are no more people left. They are planning for world domination.” I said. “Where would they be keeping these hostages?” Ethan asked. “We need to find out. And we need to find out now.” I said. And I walked down to the basement with all five of my uncles following me. They were surprised to see Leo and Amelia in their cells. But they were even more surprised to see the four vampires in the other ones.

"You're so stupid if you think I would do that. I will kill you on the night of the blue moon, and I will become the Master of the supernatural world. Then vampires will become the superior race of this world. ” "You know, you really remind me of Adolf Hitler," I replied. The mocking smile on Amon's face faded and he turned into a sneer. "You're going to pay for that bitch! ", he yelled. We stayed there looking at each other, then this horrible mocking smile came back. "You know, this little groped session between you and Cal was quite fun. Did you tell your supposed partner about it? If you didn't do it, I just helped you do it. See you later, my darling”he said before leaving. I thought ab

It was as though this place held the secrets of the universe, waiting patiently for those willing to listen. "Deirdre," Matteo's voice came out in a rasp, and I shivered as he gripped my waist, pulling me into him. "Should we be here?" I asked, unable to look away from the waterfall. "We should," Matteo affirmed. "Or maybe we shouldn't." I raised my brows, staring at him. Matteo shrugged, "This place is hidden. I stumbled on it by mistake. So, I did some research on it, and I learnt it possesses mystical powers."

A faint smile tugged at his mouth as he reached for the bottle of whisky on his desk. Suddenly, the lights went out. At first it was a flicker—an almost polite interruption. Then the whole building inhaled the night: corridors flattened into shadow; monitors died and cameras turned off. For a beat the silence was almost elegant. The darkness spread through the high-ceilinged floors and down the marble stairways, swallowing the soft clink of glass and the rustle of paper. “Power outage sir,” someone muttered close to the door. “Emergency generator—” “Find it! Damn it!” Holmes snapped. His secretary suddenly stood up and waited in the corner of his desk. He hated puzzles. He hated interruption

“Supernaturals are not permitted to gather. We will scan those present. If you’re supernatural, then we will retain you, if you are not, you are free to continue to patronize this business.” “Because supernaturals would gather in a large, obvious crowd which is sure to attract attention,” Aislen raised an eyebrow. “Sure, that makes sense.” “Are you volunteering to be the first scanned?” The woman Van Helsing replied with a twist of sarcasm. “Only if you scan yourself first,” Aislen replied. “I don’t trust your machines. I think you’d pretend I was a supernatural just because you’d like to arrest me. I wonder how many of your arrests are women? Where do you take them? What do you do to them w

Cameron grinned holding out his offerings. “You eat it. You need the sugar. What was that about?” Rhett asked. “I don’t know,” Jules shook his head slowly. “But that Van Helsing isn’t human. Have you ever heard of a non-human Van Helsing before? It seems… wrong. A bit f-ked up. A supernatural working with humans determined to end supernaturals.” “Really f-ked up,” Casey corrected. “How’d you know?” Rhett leaned against Cameron’s side, seeking the comfort of contact with his mate.

After a moment of silence, he spoke, “There is another creature like the Vampire, we often refer to it as Dracula. Both consume blood, but I believe Holly is more than just a Vampire or Dracula.” “Are you not aware of her immense power to summon thousands of those colossal rats? And yet, with just one shot, she met her end,” I exclaimed, emphasising the unbelievable contrast between her strength and the ease of her demise. “I realise it’s very strange,” Agent Kim chuckled. “What’s even stranger is the snowfall and Holly freezing for no reason. This woman is unpredictable.” “Enough, it’s better to preserve that ugly woman’s body. I will invite Theophile from Neo Greenpeace first,” whispered A

She wasn’t sure if it was just a change, having a friend outside the supernatural world or it was something more. When Holly woke up that morning she saw Olivia and Tessa returning from their walk. A broad smile spread across her face but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared when her excitement was overshadowed by concern. Olivia came from a world of supernatural and no matter what, she was going to have to return back to that world. Holly just feared for the heart break that Olivia was going to have and she resolved to talk to Olivia about that.