Idjits Supernatural Novels & Stories

Now that I had a magical crystal, I could use the lights easier, and I didn’t have to worry about anyone coming in. I relaxed into the seat. My eyes felt heavy as I thought more about it. It felt a lot like I had barely slept at all between the headaches and all the stuff with Dagon. I shook my head and opened the small tablet that Yvonne was letting me borrow until Dagon could get me one and navigated to the orientation page of the supernatural curriculum. The crest of the Supernatural Council appeared, and as I stared at it, I got a blinding headache. My head pounded. It was like a spike had been driven into my head, but I saw the shadowed face of a man. I heard him panting.

Through its shimmering lens, they could see and hear the Judgment Realm—an arena of souls and destinies—but couldn’t speak directly to her. “Who do we even complain to, Seth?” Idris threw his hands up, more in spiritual protest than confusion. “We weren’t even supposed to see this. How will we explain that we used the relic to spy on your daughter?” “Yeah, I get what you’re saying,” Seth said, pacing. “But in all my years as a journeyer, I have never—never—heard of a newbie’s first case being that magnitude! A mobster hit man and a female serial killer? That’s not a first step. That’s a spiritual ambush.”

He seemed excited about something so I just knew there was some amazing thing he was dying to tell me. "Junior, you remember the other day at the field when you left for home," I nodded. " So I went home to ask Kevin to give me some coins for sweets and the strangest thing happened. It was like I could hear his thoughts, I know it sounds rather crazy but I did. Like before he handed me the coins, he was like, ' I should go to the disco tonight,' I thought he was talking to me so I told him that dad would never like that idea. He asked what I was talking about and I thought he was trying to confuse me. I could hear him say, 'this boy, so you were eavesdropping.' Still thinking that he was add

I am not human. No, for unknown reasons and confusion beyond my comprehension, I have become something else. It is no longer a matter of being outcasted from this world, but hunted by my family. As the enemy .

Dorothy’s mouth opened in awe but said nothing. "Are you serious? What is it all about?" “An unhappy spirit. I encountered when I tried to seek help to locate the soldiers.” “Do share more,” She softly demanded. “There is a lady spirit there who has deep grievances.” “Lady? Someone is hiding in that jungle?” I nodded. Dorothy chuckled lightly. “I am a Christian, Dr. Anthony Jin. A believer in God. I do not believe in ghosts.” I looked out to the sea and exhaled.

I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me. "Thanks for the blessing. Psychopath." I spoke softly. The bell above the front door rang. "Mark! We got a job!" My new apprentice shouted from outside. "They pulled an unidentified body out of the Hillsbalt River! It's been in the water so long that it's falling apart! The police want you to stitch it back together!" "Charge extra! Water damage costs double!" I shouted back. Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside.

“And get some food. You two look like you could survive an apocalypse but would die of hunger on the way.” Carla tossed her backpack near the sofa and collapsed with a sigh. “I officially have no energy left for anything today.” Susan sat down beside her, resting her chin on her friend’s shoulder for a moment. “I’m glad you’re staying here.” Carla smiled, leaning her head against hers. “Me too, Su. Even if my life is now a bizarre supernatural fanfic.” The two laughed, the sound low and genuine — a relief after such a long day. A short while later, firm footsteps sounded in the corridor. Dmitry appeared, his gaze immediately seeking Susan. He wore a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his

My father puts his hand on my shoulder as he turns me around and ties black satin around my head, effectively blinding me and robbing me of the sight of my surroundings. *Narrator* It was a bad night. The stars were blocked out by the smoke billowing up and out from the wall of fire. There was a hushed whisper among the gathered witches. Everyone had felt the loss of the Witch Mother and were wondering what was happening. Several were crying and holding on to each other, but me… my eyes were continually scanning the crowd. Something bad was about to happen, and the other witches would have sensed it if their grief wasn’t so pungent. “Ladies. Witches. Sisters of the Path Coven is no more.” Wi

It feels like she wants to be a Dj like Mashii can she? "Daniel, can you do Dj too?" Chloe asked, turning to Daniel, who was sitting in the mini bar of this room. Don't ask Ara, she's on her stomach on the bed. Maybe already entered into the dream room. "I can do it, a little." "Wow, you don't want to teach me?" "If you're not stupid and difficult maybe I will." said Daniel teasingly and made Chloe snort. "You think I'm stupid ??" "No, you're not stupid it's just that you're too innocent and innocent. I'm just afraid that I'll get karma with you." answered Daniel and laughed.

Somehow, that translated to exploding blood. "What?" I found it difficult to picture. "When he gets cut, the blood can explode on his command. It doesn't hurt him though, but… you can imagine how useful it can be." I smiled to myself, hoping that I could see such an action. "And the rest of them?" Damon breathed in quickly and then exhaled before speaking. "Idris is quiet. His father is an African man married to an Icelandic woman. He spent too long reading about Norse mythology and somehow, that knowledge translated to him.