Hael Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Goddess! It looks like we have entered some sort of magical boundary, Ann. This setting is just like the dark magic rituals.” Alicia had shown me the pictures of unholy spells, so it was confirmed that we had interrupted a satanic ritual. But the absence of the necromancer calmed a part of my soul. That cloaked man in front of us was definitely a vampire, exuding a dominant aura I felt in the corridor. He couldn’t perform the spell alone, so I had the time to run free. Hayley trembled in her sleep, as if sensing danger. I caressed her back and questioned sternly.

His breath steamed in the frigid air, mingling with the shadow that lingered at his heels like a loyal but unpredictable beast. Beside him, Rafa approached silently, the weight of his staff a steady presence. “They are massing for a final push,” Rafa said, voice low but urgent. “We must be ready.” Eolan nodded. “We’ve faced worse. But this time… the stakes feel different.” “Because the Creed brings more than men this time,” Rafa said, his gaze darkening. “They bring the shadows they bind — creatures born of blood and magic. The cages we destroyed were only the beginning.”

I see the hill again. Her on her knees. The banner. Too late. I see the circle. Her in the light. My mouth shaping words my soul recoiled from. “I reject you.” I look up. Hael is watching me. Measuring. Waiting to see which way I tilt. For a moment, the part of me that is Alpha, strategist, leader feels the pull. Then the part of me that is just a man who promised her something in the trees near Morwen’s hollow steps forward.

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

Taking shape. And they all watched, none of them doing anything as it morphed into what distinctively resembled a Supernatural form. Two arms, two feet and a torso, but it looked unnatural. A freak of everything Supernatural. “Hale do you see this?” Snow asked a hand on his ear. “I do your highness” he replied. “Hold position” he said removing his finger. The things began to make some noise and then they were in motion. There were moving, towards them.

Nodding her head slightly she said ‘’I still don’t know if I should trust you or not but right now I have limited choices and if you claim Hazel to be your mate then you must know a couple of things about her first’’ Pretending to concentrate on her words I nudge her to carry on so I could continue listening to her heart beat to know if she’s been truthful or not . ‘’ We’re a secret Agency called SQA , we work for both the supernatural council and the government. Some creatures and People need to be killed for the better good that’s where Hunters and agents come in . You can either be a hunter and work for the council or you can be an agent and work under the government or you can do both li

HAILEE. In the midst of the chaotic situation, Hailee found herself caught between an unconscious Clara and a seemingly unhinged Sebastian. Fatigue and confusion settled upon her, pulling at her weary eyelids. Exhaustion claimed her as she drifted into a restless slumber. Within the realm of dreams, Hailee's subconscious mind painted vivid images. She found herself walking alongside her father in an ethereal underground passage, the air thick with mystery and anticipation. Her father led her to a door adorned with a familiar mark, a symbol etched deep into her memory. The door creaked open, revealing a vast chamber filled with treasures and the somber presence of a grave. Hailee's heart race

I'd gone from naturalist to supernaturalist in the blink of an eye. For once, Death's face was unguarded. A sadness deep as space filled his court, cold as winter's heart. The trees groaned as a ragged wind hit them. Samael smiled grimly. “Hush, maggot,” he whispered. “I want to protect this, all of this,” I said “I just don't know how.” “Why do you think I'm here?” The air grew damp with the smell of mouldering crypts. Something shone on his face- a tear. Black like tar. I looked at his wrist. Pitch black veins flowed beneath.

I don’t want to get killed because of some shit he’s toting around in that case. “I see. And what are we working on that required….” I paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” I snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."