Idjits Supernatural Novels & Stories

Ask the happy Jay. Dita put her phone away from her ear and looked at her phone if she really called Jay then Dita brought the phone to her ear again "did you hit your head earlier?"Asked Dita. "No," answered Jay. "You're weird," Dita said. "Why?"Asked Jay. "That tone of your voice and that Call of yours, makes me sick. Are you possessed?"Ask Dita back. Jay sighed and turned to the video call, Dita accepted. Jay showed his face "look at my head I didn't hit and I'm not in a trance" Jay said with a flat look.

Could I really return home if their minds were wiped from me? Spencer noticed my frown and started the lesson. “First we're going to learn how to unblock your mind from the supernatural world,” he said while lowering himself to the first mat. I took the mat across from him and he continued. “This allows somebody to get into your mind, such as Trysten did earlier. But this time, you won't pass out.” Spencer smirked before closing his eyes. I heard the door open and a timid Junto walked in. It was strange to see such a large, confident man act so shy. “Stephan said you needed me?”

Janet elucidated looking sternly at her iPad. Sarraphina picked up a sheet of paper from her desk, with some labyrinth patterns drawn on it. "Control 5 strong supernaturals here to the base now" Sarraphina elucidated tracing her fingers round the patterns on the large sheet of paper. "On it" she replied tapping away on her iPad. "On their way now" "Send three capable Supernaturals to Ibadan now, I want those remaining two who are not under our control eliminated" Sarraphina elucidated as she walked towards her office chair and slumped on it with her legs crossed over each other.

"I'm offering you the kindness you brats don't deserve! At least be grateful!" "Fine! Hurry up and eat, dead eyes!" |...| The world is... finish! Its days are numbered, and Ishigami's reign will begin! "Miles! What are you spacing out for?" "Uhh... Ishigami, what the fuck is that?" "A teleporter I built!" "And how the fuck did you do that?" "Shiatsu is a master of merchandise! He knows the ins and outs of every product in Midway! He got me some scrap material from his parent's junkyard!"

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

The ones in the lead were Undead Joey and Dallas. Undead Joey was in a long, black robe. He wore an eyepatch like a pirate and carried a small medical box made out of ebony behind his back. The box was his innate weapon. Next to him was a ferocious thug-like man with half of his shoulder exposed. It was Dallas, the Supernatural Cannon. He had two huge machetes behind his back, and he was wearing a hat made out of a mountain goat. Dallas was known as the Supernatural Cannon because of his unique ability. To describe it coarsely, it was farting. It was a move that was well-hated by everyone, and it was below everyone's dignity to point out his despicable technique.

Now it all made sense. “The Original did not believe in the concept of Soulmates…” Catherine whispered with wide eyes, and Gunther appeared in the doorway as though summoned. “Of Intirmates! Because she had no imagination!” The three stared at her like she was crazy, but she continued to elaborate. “She was created by the human imagination, so she did not have one.”

the man replied as he held a flash drive up. "Go ahead" Antonio said. The man went to the big television screen on the wall and inserted the flash drive in the corner. The video began to play. They all watched with bated breath as Ferrante came out of his bedroom and walked towards the water dispenser in the hall and took a cup of water. On his way back to the room however, he started screaming at an invisible thing none of rest could see. He also flailed his arms trying to ward the invisible thing off. As he did so he gradually backed the staircase. And then he fell and died.

Imara looked out the window and saw Ben bent over, pulling a stump from the ground and she twisted her lips to the side. “What’s that look about?” Thorin asked as he made a circle in front of him with his finger. Imara sighed and pushed herself back in her chair. “He’s been having just God-awful nightmares. He wakes up screaming and crying nearly every night. About me, I suppose. He becomes nearly hysterical if he wakes up and I’m not laying beside him.” Thorin bit his lip and drummed his fingers on the table. It’s not uncommon for supernaturals to have visions. Thorin grew concerned that these were more than nightmares. “Hmm. I’m sure it’s nothing to be concerned about. Not worth worrying y

It signified something divine, almost like the powers of the moon goddess herself. The air stilled as Idris climbed to his feet. His snarl faltered. “What… what are you?” I had no idea what I was. Half wolf, half—something else. I felt a strange current charge in me. Like a supernatural force flowing inside. I stretched out my hand and summoned a ball of fire, throwing it their way. Idris dodged just in time, but wolves who got caught in it went up in flames. Idris backed away in fear.