Idjits Supernatural Novels & Stories

he explained. I nodded. "What if there is just one other identity? An unwelcome parasite." At the insult, I suddenly felt a hard push in my mind that caused a terrible ache to strike my head like lightning. I grunted, briefly closing my eyes as I massaged my skull. Shut up, bitch! I was probably still cussing out myself. "Are you alright," Damon asked sternly. "I am well," I said slowly, glancing towards him. "I was just curious about the different mental illnesses that affect the supernatural."

How could I have been so blind for so long? As I struggled to make sense of it all, a single word kept echoing in my mind: "supernatural." It was a word that brought with it a whole host of images - werewolves, vampires, witches, and other creatures of the night. It was a world that I had always thought was just a figment of someone's imagination. And now I was living in it and also being told that my real parents were a part of it all. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dorian's voice. "Eden, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his handsome features.

“Please tell me I am dreaming.” “N…” Dorthy’s hand came up in Journee’s face before anything else could be said. “Did you see all that too?” She paced the room. “No wait…I must be going crazy. Or maybe I already am! This is all your fault, Jo. YOUR FAULT! If you didn’t tell me all those weird stories, I wouldn’t have had these…” “DOE!” Journee yelled to get Dorthy’s attention. “WHAT!?” “This is all real. You aren’t imagining things. It is the truth!” Journee shook Dorthy by the shoulders. “Don’t you get it? Parallel world. Spirits, Ghosts, Demons, you name it exist!”

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

“Fix her attitude.” My dad stepped forward, holding a sleek, black metallic device. My stomach dropped as I recognized it—a handheld neurological sonic disruptor. It was a weapon specifically designed to scramble a supernatural’s equilibrium by targeting our heightened nervous systems. “This is your last chance to be smart about this, Soraya,” my dad said. His voice was entirely devoid of emotion, like he was talking about a weather report. “Go to hell,” I spat. He didn't hesitate. He pressed the cold tip of the device directly against my temple and clicked the trigger.

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

“That’s not possible, Azazel. I’m human, and so are my parents.” Azazel quirks a speculative brow. “No, luv, your mother is human, but you don’t know who your father is. For all you know, your father can be supernatural.” I shake my head. There’s no way that my dad would have been supernatural. It’s not possible. “Don’t you think that if I was supernatural, I would know? I mean… I don’t have wings or glowing eyes. Anyway, my mom says that my dad was a one-night stand met at a nightclub near her university.”

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were

Us supernaturals are closely alike with wild animals. Well, we are human wild animals. My shaking hear reluctantly agrees. Our supernatural eyes are closely alike with wild animals. We see clearly within the dare. That's an unappreciated importance of our supernatural eyes. Its barely needed or required so hardly appreciated. My eyes finally locate my bed side lamp. I power on it. My glowing eyes stop. The lamp brightly illuminates the room. I smile. My eyes instantly stare at the felt figure. They broaden. It's clearly my mate caroline.