Horseman Supernatural Novels & Stories

Rahl asked Crixus as he closed the door after her. Even though she was curious, she was too hurt to care. Once she was alone in the car, Emory exhaled deeply. As her pain got worse, she became more groggy and was convinced Kathleen had laced the blade. She shook her head slowly in an attempt to clear the fog clouding her thoughts, but it had no effect. Rest easy, Hunter. You did well on your first kill. The only way to ascend is to slip into the nether realm. It won’t be long before you join the rank of immortals.

His eyes had changed colours and were now cold and fiery, with his aura pouring outward like a storm that was breaking free. The first hunter aimed and fired again, but Damon was away before he could even blink, tearing the weapon from his hands and smashing it against the wall, sending sparks erupting. The man reached for a blade strapped to his thigh, but Damon caught his wrist and twisted savagely. Bones snapped easily under his supernatural force, and the muffled scream from behind the mask gave him a small sense of relief as he flung the man away.

He insulted, “What the hell are you? How dare you ask us to apologize to you? What f*cking era is this? Do you know about high technology? Do you know anything about thermal weapons? How could you still believe in things like taming seance? “I mean, you guys are also here today for the Juan Yates and Tyr Summers group. I have a word of advice for you all. None of your supernatural means will work here. You guys better scram! In case, you all will wet yourself in the battle later.” “Muahahahaha...” All of those mercenaries laughed out loud. But, of course, they were atheists, and they had also survived the battlefield bloodbath. So, as expected, they did not think highly of this group of sham

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.

As he drew near, I felt a surge of power within me - the bond between my family and our dragon companion was stronger than ever, and I knew that together, we would not be defeated. Suddenly, the Headless Horseman lifted his arm, the severed head held high above his head like a banner of intimidation. In that moment, I focused all my energy on the connection I shared with Elly and called upon her to unleash her fiery breath. The flames erupted from Elly's mouth, searing across the sky and raining down upon the Headless Horseman. He reared back in surprise and fury as the flames engulfed him and his spectral horse, seemingly extinguishing the power that drove him forward.

Silas stood in the center, his eyes glowing with the same eerie light they had seen in the ghost rider. “Silas, what are you doing?” Marinetta shouted, disbelief and fear in her voice. Silas turned to her, his expression twisted with a mix of pain and rage. “I can’t control it,” he gasped. “The spirit... It's making me do this.” Harley stepped forward, trying to reason with him. “Silas, fight it. You’re stronger than this.” But Silas’s body moved on its own, lashing out with supernatural strength. Harley barely dodged the attack, realizing just how dangerous Silas had become.

She wanted to kill the last of us too, until I put an end to her life. A group of Beasts attacked our coven and slaughtered more than thousands of children. With Nala dead, her lover finally showed himself. His name was, Borham. Hector, the one that attacked our coven was not Krulisa. It was Borham , he has the power to transfer his soul to another body and take over control. Anyone who feeds on his blood, belongs to him.

I thought aloud. "We are the Cacciatore's. A family that's been around since the dawn of time with the sole purpose of hunting all kinds of supernaturals that threaten the mortal world," he explained with a certain amount of pride in his voice. What kind of a fool did he take me for. "And I am lady pony here to tell you that I'm not buying your load of horse shit," my voice dripped purposefully with sarcasm.

The man on horse was wrapped in good silk clothes letting everyone know who he was and what status he held in that society. “Why are you still standing here and wasting my time? Didn’t you hear me?” The man yelled on top of his lungs over those laborers grabbing attention from each passer-by. People despised those humans. They were called 'THE SOOPERS’. THE SOOPERS’ were none other than humans thrown into slavery when bought from the human residences by Vampires. Yes, this land and kingdom belonged to a Vampire.

Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it. Unexpectedly, one jumped behind Lily, it opened its mouth full of long, pointed fangs, drooling at Lily. She screamed in despair, reaching out her right hand towards the beast. Suddenly, a beam of light from the red crescent-shaped birthmark in the center of Lily's right palm hit the beast. Both animals were immediately drawn to the roadside stand of two stone statues. Neither Lily nor Elias understood what was happening. Lily's body seemed to exude that power, so she lost her strength and fainted. Elias whirled around, taking her in his big palm.