Idjits Supernatural Novels & Stories

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

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

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?!”

Damon says, and I look at him, nibbling at my tongue nervously. "Look, understand that we are also supernaturals, but you also should understand that we supernatural students are not the only supernatural creatures that exist in this underworld. There are also other supernaturals that roam about every single night, and they are not minors at all. They are those that carry around the ranks of the elderly ones or alphas, and they also roam around at night, picking up anything they can find as victims. If we are not strong and capable enough to defend ourselves and fight back, we might probably end up in their pet residence or probably in their meals." "Okay, enough of the frightening story," I

“How is that possible?” “The radio, and the NES officers…” Ronnie stared at Aislen as if searching for teeth. “They said that this is a war against supernaturals. We thought they were whacked in the brain. But my mother kept saying that it was true but that the supernaturals weren’t hurting anyone…” Her mum was a supernatural, Aislen thought immediately or knew one. “We have lived along side with humans this entire time,” Aislen told her gently. “Your mother is right.”

he mused, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions within. Sia, with her characteristic insight, spoke softly, "Maybe it's not about labeling it as 'supernatural' or 'ordinary.' Perhaps there are facets of reality we are yet to comprehend fully. This experience might be an invitation to explore the depths of our consciousness, to connect with the mysteries that lie within." As the friends exchanged thoughts, Ms. Jenkins listened from afar, impressed by the depth of their conversation. She marveled at the bond these three shared—an unbreakable bond forged through years of shared laughter, hardships, and dreams.