H H Holmes Supernatural Novels & Stories

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

Her full face came into view, every scar telling a story. “Hello, Aurora. I’m Monica Hale, the girl whose entire family was executed six years ago.” Instantly, Aurora gasped, her eyes widening in shock. Her breath hitched painfully in her throat. She was completely taken aback by what she had just heard. Years ago, she had been at the pack’s execution ground when it happened. She still remembered how the entire family had pleaded, insisting that the sins of their father shouldn’t fall on them, but Maverick had ignored their cries and killed them all.

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

Maybe this was it for him, maybe finally he could have evidence for himself. His name was Doctor Richard Holloway, he was a well-known doctor in that hospital and one of the best too. He was also the one in charge of Mia when she was brought into the hospital and now he was the one who found Mia's case more interesting and he was not sure he would be backing down soon. Richard was not your typical physician, with all those things there was something he was obsessed with, the supernaturals, especially the creatures of the night. He had spent years studying them, reading about them, text and things of the ancient, folklores and everything, even some objects too, he was just so obsessed and he

“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