Idjits Supernatural Novels & Stories

Joe has drain out their power and have use it to make the "created supernatural being* and today is the last day for your mother to stay in that ring because very soon, he will join the after life. So.. .I will advise you to save them before it's too late. And Also, you've two hours left till midnight. So before I'm gone, just know that, Joe is your real enemies who wanted to control you and to make you one of his slave. He wanted every powers and he wanted to rule the whole world wide web. Go back to that forest which lead you to the old supernatural world before, where you saw something like a castle and then you will see an images displaying on a wall.

Fear, even. “I understand,” I murmured, my voice hollow. “I’m taking your supernatural abilities. Your mission is postponed,” he added, his tone final. “You’ll become half-human, half-dead. You’ll feel physical pain. Hunger. Exhaustion. Heartbreak.” I just nodded. What could I say? I broke the rules. I crossed a line I was never meant to touch. “You’ve worked hard for decades to complete your mission so you could finally rest in peace. Why now, Cullen?” he said, softer this time. “Why now?”

The things his laughter does to my body. "Kiss me, Didi," he commands, sliding his hands just under my chest. "Wh...what?" I reply, pulling my head back. Damn, this dream sounds too real to be true. I know. What I'm saying doesn't make sense, but wow. Santo grabs my jaw with one hand, his eyes are locked on my mouth, and he's looking at me like I'm a white chocolate pana cotta with raspberry coulis. "I want you to kiss me, Didi," he says seriously.

And despite the rumors she’d heard about the Major’s past, Jo figured it was as much her own parents’ fault Henry had lost his mind as anyone else’s. “Where are you?” Her brother’s voice in her head was an invasion of privacy Jo wished she could turn off. At least they no longer had the annoying video capabilities they’d had before the Revelation, back when the Intelligence Assistance Communicator was fully-functioning. Now, it was more of a faint phone call one received directly into their head, rather than a multi-dimensional technological device that could allow members of LIGHTS to coordinate movements thousands of miles away from each other. Since the US government, as well as several o

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

"In a nutshell, supernaturals and humans create idimmu. And unchecked, insane idimmu would destroy the world. The Nasaru also keep the idimmu from exposing the supernatural world to humans because they just can't handle the idea of them at all." I had no defense for his logic, but it didn't feel right. "Anyway, that's why they track and tag wayward supernaturals," said Zander. "And then play judge and jury," I said. He looked confused. "You know, decide if they are a threat to anyone." Zander raised an eyebrow at my slightly mocking tone. I couldn't help it. It all sounded too much like the witch trials, the massive wolf hunts, and vicious exorcisms throughout history. How many innocents had

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.

I didn't want anyone to overhear this ridiculous conversation. “You have no idea how many secrets the world contains, Dante. Supernaturals are real. And they live amongst us,” He declared this with fervour. Conviction even. If he pulled out a vial of holy water and began to sprinkle it around the table, I wouldn't have been any more surprised than I already was. “Mateo, are you listening to yourself right now? You're stalking someone because you're trying to prove a fantasy is real. You know it's a crime right?” I whispered urgently, my frustration rising.

Easton asked worried. " I don't know. Only one word is heard everytime and that is MATE and only MATE. And, do you know I only hear them when you are around me." I replied. Easton looked at me and let out a sigh. " Mierva baby, do you remember me telling you about mate and other stuff the other day?" he asked and I nodded my head " So, you are hearing those voices inside of your head because you are my mate and I am your mate. We are destined for one another. We are soul mates. And, those voices inside of you confirms my suspiscion that you are not an ordinary human being but a supernatural creture and not a weak one but a strongest."

For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard because I hadn’t expected it at all, not from Charlie who never even hinted at knowing about the supernatural. “Don’t you dare give me that, I know you know what these are—or you’ve at least suspected! Vitamins my ass!” “Wait wait wait—you—you know?” “…Now I see where the disconnect is,” Charlie groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose before sighing. “Yes, I know about the supernatural. Moving on.” “No! No ‘moving on!’ How?!”