Ishim Supernatural Novels & Stories

She didn’t trust her voice not to give away her fear anymore than she probably was doing. “We know you’re probably terrified right now but we promise we are not here to hurt you.” Sierra carried on when it was clear that Chloe wasn’t going to freely talk to them. “In fact, we’re here to try and help. Have you ever heard of the International Committee for Supernaturals?” Chloe shook her head again.

No one was happy. Neva has reincarnated and become Sharmaine, and Nanami Vincent is forever stuck in a painful reality. She can't let go of the ultimate power of the vampire judge, and she also doesn't want to die. Nanami Vincent is afraid of death, Nanami Vincent was fearful of death, so he turns into a vampire. It was an insult and a painful thing. Nanami Vincent has become the version she hates the most. The person she loves does not belong to her. The person she hates wants to die to release her strength.

Just as the emperor was about to take Hamish's life, Chase suddenly heard the sound of shattering glass. The emperor's furious roar followed. "You insolent beast, how dare you!" On the first level of the blessed spot, a massive shadowy monster suddenly appeared. Instead of attacking Chase or the emperor, it manifested countless tentacles that enveloped the resigned Hamish.

There was a tiny path leading to their home, much like a footpath. Because I didn't want anyone to call me, I strode very fast to the gate to escape them. Grandma always wanted to know where everyone was going. I don't mean to sound disrespectful but man, she had her nose on everybody else's business. Immediately I was out of the compound I began walking normally, singing some song I can't even recall well right now. My mind was consumed by thoughts that I didn't pay much attention to what was happening around me. It was the strange sounds that brought me to my senses. The path seemed to be getting consumed by some strange light. The bushes around me came to a strong standstill, no swaying,

It’s like the urge to drink or a hungry feeling when he sees a delicious-looking meal in front of him. “Greetings Lord Zhu Wushang.” A mysterious voice called Zhu Wushang out of his contemplation. Zhu Wushang then turned toward the direction of that mysterious voice. A gray humanoid silhouette stood not far from Zhu Wushang. The transparency of this silhouette shows that this is just a projection of the owner of the voice. Zhu Wushang stared at the projection as he contemplated the identity of the owner of this projection. “What do you want? Yog-sothoth.” Asked Zhu Wushang.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

The outcome of this supernatural clash would shape the future of Athens – a city at the crossroads of mortal and otherworldly destinies. Amidst the swirling chaos of the supernatural clash in the throne room, Maximus found himself locked in a dance with forces that transcended the mortal realm. The ethereal entities – Umbra, Ignis, and Fulgur – continued their relentless assault, each element vying to subdue the indomitable spirit of the slave turned rebel. Maximus, drawing upon an internal reservoir of strength, deftly maneuvered through the onslaught. His movements, guided by a connection to an unseen power, became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit against the forces of the

Heli shook his head and lazily stood up to curse whoever was knocking on the door. “What the fuck do you want?” Heli asked as soon as he opened the door, uncaring of who stood behind it. His scowl just got deeper when he saw it was the impostor who shapeshifted into Akiro, which made Heli hug him. It still gives him the creeps every time he remembers that. The shapeshifter— the youngest Damien— stood emotionlessly in front of Heli, which pissed the vampire off. “What?” Heli practically growled. “Do you fucking need something or what? Tell me before I close the door on you.”

“Am I dreaming?” “Are you the spawn of Satan?” Ibrahim grabbed Aulia’s hand from stepping closer. “Sheesh. Spawn of satan. How weird is that?” Hisoka gleed. “Don’t you think so, sister?” “Sister?” Aidan craned his lifeless head but immediately shook his head. “One problem at a time. How’d you still be alive? Dude???” “Oh, this?” Snap! With a single snap, Hisoka’s body turned stiff and became a statue before slowly shifting into piles of cards and exploding.

They couldn’t even react in time before the demonic spiders pounced on them and drowned them. The corpses of devoured people emanated bouts of black energy that swirled in the air above the shrine. Alex noticed that the Soul Collection Coffin was vibrating even more intensely. Meanwhile, the demonic spiders that had devoured human flesh experienced a drastic change in their aura. Their bodies emanated an odd energy. At the same time, a family of three made it to Higurashi Shrine. They were none other than Clara Beck and her parents.