Horseman Supernatural Novels & Stories

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

He seemed to be completely aware of the entire story. “But then if Harper is this apparent master or whatever, then how did that jackass get into Elias?” Alex asked. “Why didn’t Elias’ demon renounce him?” “I am guessing because War figured out who Harper was before the demon had a chance to renounce him,” Colton said with a shrug. “Once the Horseman gets a foothold into the vessel, it is only a matter of time before he would wear down, or burn out the original host.” I felt a lump in my stomach as he spoke.

I know very much what she is thinking, and yes, it might even be true; we have come to the brink of extinction again. "Do I even dare to ask how this shall happen?" "There shall be seven horsemen, with seven mythical swords that shall wipe our existence from this world." "Seriously? Seven horsemen? And how will they even be strong enough to take out a Vampire to begin with?" "My beloved not really seven men on horses, just seven men that is so foolish to join him on this quest. These seven men that have the power bestowed on them that was gathered from the cleansing of the mythical creatures." "So he is not alone?"'

he said and I didn't protest any further because I was indeed getting tired. While walking back to my domicile. I began thinking of how weird this all was. That's not even it, the weirdest thing was my reaction. When Damon informed me of all of these new things that I would've never thought would exist, I acted as if I belonged with them. I felt I sense of duty. "Damon, is a chosen one a supernatural too?" I asked. "Technically yes but you're not considered one." "Why technically?" "You'll know soon enough."

However, he was not expecting his group’s overall strength to be on the weaker side, which caused the two groups to be out of balance. “You’re James, right?” Harold stepped forward and looked at the last option left, James. A faint smile formed on his handsome face. “I wanted to avoid you because you’ll be a difficult opponent, but since you’re the only one left, it seems like I don’t really have a choice.” James felt helpless in the situation. Harold was a Grand Supernatural at the Immortal Ascension’s Seventh Stair. He was a powerful opponent. James knew that he had no chance of winning against such a formidable opponent unless he unleashed the Sacrilegious Ascension and his Demonic Lotus.

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

My expression remained rather calm. I struck a never with my words as Harry shook and pummeled me with his anger. But the sight of his father brought him to a calm. "I see that you are already getting to know Prince Damon. He's one of the finest in the supernatural world and soon, you would be having personal training with him!" He almost let the sneer slip through. His knuckles squeezed so tightly until they burst white. "It would indeed to an honor to learn under him!" Only I could sense the deep-rooted hate in his voice.

A few months go by, my children grow beautifully, Annabelle an incubus for sure, Damon still just two bumps only, that we believe are horns to be grown. Dracono seems a bit worried about Damon and decides to take him to a special healer without my consent. I find out from Dark what Dracono is doing and I rush to stop him. I arrive at the cottage where the healer is living and barge in so I can take my boy home. The old lady grabs me by my hand and I start having a powerful vision of Damon being the devil himself. So powerful, with gigantic black wings, surrounded by fire, ruling over the kingdom of Minotaurs.

Seriously, werewolf hormones shouldn’t be this quick and wild at such an inappropriate time. I stood on tip toes, trying to look past the man obscuring my view. Once I did, I gasped at the horror of the sight. Zanicus’ eyes had turned full blood-red, and his canines protruding over his lip with abnormal length, and his claws looked like he had been digging land with his nails colored pitch black. Hunter immediately took a step back, blocking me from taking a step further with his big arm. “She was born for a purpose,” his voice coming out dangerously soft, like the sound of the wind brewing before a thunderous storm.

A hunter and a vampire, protecting the innocent together. I flinched away as I recalled him saying, “I haven’t always been good. I get bored, or I get hungry, and then people die.” But it was a balm that followed those words: “I would stop, for you. I could help you take down a myriad of supernatural creatures. Darker ones, more dangerous ones, than I.” I felt the truth of it in my bones. I’d retorted something about honour, but I ignored my words and focused on his. I didn’t need to remember what I’d said to know exactly how I would have reacted.