Idjits Supernatural Novels & Stories

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

Jai turned to him. “Well… I mean, we cannot dash. We can get lost more than we can be,” Darrion said. Jai’s face was sour as he stopped in the side of the road. “If there are monsters like that, this town should have some repellent for that, right?” Darrion stopped as well and turned around to look at him. “Nnno. This monster is spiritual.” Jai looked confused. “You mean like a ghost?” Darrion shook his head. “No. A monster. A spiritual based monster. I think you read one of them in the library books that time.”

“And by that reasoning, I don’t have DID?” Serenity smiles, exuding patience. “Technically, by human standards, you do. But it’s so much more than that. You’re a supernatural and a Royal. And, your outside will change to match the spirit you need at the moment, we all can think independently. Just, we’ve reincarnated many times and have the knowledge of hundreds of lifetimes.”

After some time passed he asked if they believed in the supernaturals, seeing where the question was going they said yes and after a long talk, they told him they were 'Devils'. Since he knew about the supernaturals he wasn't surprised, and instead, he continued treating them like normal girls that weren't related to the supernaturals at all. Something they really felt thankful for. They wanted to be treated like normal girls not related to the supernatural, and since Ichiji was the closest man that wasn't as much related to the supernatural as the rest of the men they knew. They spent their time talking about idle topics, going out as friends, among others. The fact that he didn't stare at

"The restaurant was flooded with a toxic, paralyzing gas. I was trapped in a room that didn't exist, suffocating, watching... watching an entity mimic Julian. Everyone was dying or unconscious. You shouldn't have been able to walk in there, let alone drag me out and disappear for nine days without a trace. How did you get past the gas, Idris? How did you even know exactly where I was?" A heavy, ominous silence stretched between them. Idris stared at her, his face completely unreadable, a wall of absolute secrecy. He didn't blink. He didn't shift his weight. He stood perfectly rigid, holding her burning gaze with an infuriating calm. "I have my ways," Idris said quietly, his baritone voice fl

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

“We are not yet sure of what we are up against and so everyone needs to be alert. No talking, I do the talking. All you have to do is concentrate and they would come to you. No talking.” “But what about Trey?” Josh asked. As soon as he said the words, he fell on the floor breaking out of the circle. “Don’t say a word,” Jimin commanded. “We are up against supernatural forces. Don’t say a word or you would be like Josh. He is gone.” Jimin watched as Jake’s eyes began to tear up. “I know it hurts,” Jimin said. “But there is nothing we can do about it. Don’t say a word, please. We need all of you back. Tonight is our first watch.”

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

Somewhere a compressor coughed and settled. Sonja leaned into the cold glow of a jar and stared at a rat with two skulls fused along the temple. Her voice came out near a whisper, as if the room might correct her. “This place is wrong.” Will worked a fridge, breath ghosting on the gasket, and pulled rows of colour-coded phials that clinked gently in their rack. He held one up: green cap, label neat and minimal. “Supernatural.” Jack slid a red folder off a terminal, cracked it with his thumb. Touch. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Sight. — SUPERNATURAL. The headings stacked like a threat. He didn’t read the rest; he didn’t need to understand it to hate it.