Impala From Supernatural Novels & Stories

Stella gritted her teeth, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly. "So what? Maybe you're the one who killed him and stole the gold." "I read that body too." I lowered my gun, walked toward Stella under the protection of two tactical officers, and stared directly into her eyes. "In the vision, I saw the person who smothered him. "There was a long, very distinctive scar on their left wrist. A burn scar caused by highly concentrated sulfuric acid." I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat.

“This is where the corruption was born. The First Wolf, twisted by grief, created this altar with the bones of his fallen pack. He prayed not for peace, but for *power.* And something answered.” The ground rumbled as she spoke. I turned to Alina. “We shouldn’t be here alone.” “We’re not alone,” Mira whispered. “We were never alone.” Suddenly, the altar shimmered—and a shape emerged from it. Not a creature. Not a man. But *something* wearing the illusion of a man. Pale skin. Hollow eyes. No mouth. Just a long, jagged crack across the face. Alina raised her sword. “What the hell are you?”

I grinned, having so much pleasure from Silas' pale face. Silas was growing restless. Wolves and other supernatural creatures cultivate their spirituality, so poisonous meals could actually stop their advancement in the martial way. That alone, was enough to get Morse Garden smashed into smithereens by a bunch of angry supernaturals. “You, you were recording me? Why would you do that?” Silas fumed. “This is seriously inhumane of you.” “That's because I am not human, I am a wolf.” My eyes nearly rolled out of my head.

Under the circumstances this was how my life came to pass. Imma ghost. A myth. Parents use my name to keep their little ones in line. I appear when Remi summons. Until then I could be anyone you pass on the steet. I can get into your head no matter how strong a shield you have up. I can make you see what I want you to see. I can read every thought you have. I can kill you with the flick of my little pinky. All these powers trapped inside this little body is what makes me the most feared creature.

Behind us, the portal widened, and the first wendigo stepped through onto Earth. Screams erupted as humans saw it. "They're going to cause a massacre," I said. "They're going to start a war," Seraphine corrected. "Once humans see real proof of supernatural beings" Her voice cut off as something landed on the roof of the car. Claws punched through metal. Gray swerved wildly, trying to shake it off. The creature's elongated face appeared in the shattered rear window, those void eyes locked on me. "Flesh-mother. Found you. Found the lights." It reached through, claws extended. And then the car flipped.

The Ampulex is also known as the soul-sucking race because they never stop stealing other people's souls. There was no way a human could escape from them; once they made eye contact with the victim, they would exploit. Once the soul sucker's mouth touches the mortal's lips, the human's soul can be absorbed. Kissing was a method to consume their lives—their soul. Soul suckers are made robust and vibrant by this. The Ampulex became more prominent and more powerful. And astral vampires won't stand by as the soul suckers exhaust their food supply.

It was human. But humans are dangerous nowadays. To be more precise, hunters that belonged to the Order of Immortalis. They were as deadly as rogues and they had this twisted fantasy of taking control of the supernatural. As Serena heard another twig snap and a muffled curse, she changed course and headed to the source of all that disturbance. When she made a turn, she bumped into something hard as a wall, and that had her fall on her ass with a loud thud, slightly disoriented from the collision.

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

But she doesn't have time to come and help him redeem himself because Zaralina quickly takes advantage of her momentary distraction to pounce on her and finally take control of the fight. Meanwhile Soliaire doesn't seem as startled as his demon that I managed to fight back, he actually smiles at me as if this is what he wanted. But I'm not smiling, I'm up in the air, glowing as powers take over my body. I'm practically lighting up the place with my eyes and the electric currents radiating off of me, no wonder Zaralina says I have too much light inside of me. "Finally she shows her true colors." He almost sounds proud of me. "Now let me show you mine." He unfurls his wings and I watch as he m

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