H H Holmes Supernatural Novels & Stories

Afraid of myself. "Don't search for me, don't ask anymore questions, because if you do i will know, and it would be the last time you get to see daylight". Just before the camera went off, i noticed my eyes....her eyes change color from the blue green ones they were to a deep shade of red. And then, just then i realized this whole thing was very real. It wasn't PTSD of any kind no, i was possessed. Possessed by a demon that feeds on female gentiles. Females that i clearly murdered with my own hands. Possessed by the mother of hell.

Everything changes. A cold spike hits my chest. Sharp. Sudden. Wrong. The cabin fades. The warmth disappears. The smell of cedar and dinner and Noah’s humming vanishes. I’m standing in the Nothing. The empty. The dark. The place between worlds. And he’s there. Not my father. Not the man who held me in the dark and told me he loved us. This is the other one. The Hallow wearing Brad’s face. His eyes blaze with shadow and flame, furious and wild. “You let him mark you.” His voice cracks through the Nothing like thunder.

Because suddenly— Nothing made sense anymore. The Hollow Sovereign wasn't looking victorious. He wasn't looking satisfied. He looked terrified. The Heart pulsed again. Boom. A deafening crack echoed through the sanctuary floor. Then— Something answered. From far beneath the ruins. A roar. Not a wolf. Not a beast. Something far older. Something that had been sleeping. The entire sanctuary froze. The Hollow Sovereign closed his eyes briefly. As if hearing a nightmare return. Then he whispered: "He's awake."

Hailey asked, her voice trembling slightly. Deborah leaned against the wall, her eyes searching the room once again before answering. "The world is not what it seems, girls. There are creatures of the night, lurking in the shadows, and they possess powers that defy explanation. Werewolves are just one of many supernatural beings that exist." Tiffany's mind raced, trying to process this new information. "But why is he after you? What does he want?" Deborah sighed, her face etched with concern. "I am part of an ancient order, tasked with safeguarding powerful artifacts that hold immense supernatural energy. The man in the black hood is a rogue werewolf, seeking to claim those artifacts for his

A sinister smile flashed in Zachary's eyes as he turned and walked out. Shortly after, Holly received a text message on her phone. "Room 206." Holly's eyes lit up. "Grandpa, I'm going to watch the fireworks." Alexander replied with a hum. Holly then got up and walked towards room 206. As soon as she entered, a hot body suddenly pressed her against the door. "Hades." Holly called out shyly. But the man quickly covered her lips and tore open her clothes. "Hades, be gentle. My hand hurts."

I say, with a sad smile on my face. Then a roar comes from the collapsed tunnel, VEMOD. “Where is this place?” Silas asks. “Let's go.” We sprint left, Silas shifts immediately, sprinting behind us. Suddenly a loud blast sound comes from behind, afar. I stop and turn back, black smoke bursting out of the tunnel from behind. “Run faster,” I shout. Suddenly, the Hallow Dome that never saw the moon began to experience something different, the sun going down and the moon rising in just twenty seconds, but what was strange was that the moon wasn't as usual, it was red.

"Of course, Luna. Patient confidentiality is sacred to me." But we both know how pack dynamics work. Secrets have a way of slithering through cracks, especially when they involve the Alpha and his Luna. Werewolves have keen noses. It won't be long before someone catches the change in my scent. "Luna? Luna Rhea?" Holmes' voice filters through my thoughts, startling me. He has turned in his seat, looking at me with concern creasing his weathered face. "I'm sorry," I blink, realizing we've stopped moving. "What did you say?"

“There's nothing here, Corpseboy.” “Well of course there's isn't! I wasted last weekend erecting barriers around your property that would give Asmodeus an aneurysm. All that damnable work. And you still wouldn't rub my feet.” He leaned against the counter. “I assumed it was just your garden variety home spirit. Hobgoblins, domovois- they're as common as drops of rain. Mortals are usually oblivious to them, but Damien's clover tincture gives you the Second Sight.” He poured himself a cup of rose hip tea that I'd set to simmer on the counter.

When that happened, it would be the best opportunity to counterattack. As soon as Max tossed the talisman forward, it exploded. A circle of mystical energy that couldn’t be seen by the naked eye dispersed and surrounded the young lady’s body. That young lady was none other than Holly Yates. “D*mn it. You’ve wasted my precious life-saving talisman. Go to hell!” Max shouted. He would take her life while she was down. But Max immediately discovered, to his shock and horror, that Holly seemed completely unaffected by his talisman. Her eyes were still glaring at him coldly, and she still moved as fast as lightning. The kitchen knife in her hand directly turned into a lightning strike.