Jack Kline Supernatural Novels & Stories

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

But her eyes when she had looked at him earlier on, reminded him of someone he knew from the past, someone who he couldn't remember. "And who the hell are you!?" Rae shouted ignoring the loud gasped coming out from the students and teachers round them when she asked that question. By their shocked look display on their faces, they know who the man asking her stupid question is, does she care? Hell no. "I am Jack, the principal of the Supernaturals." Jack introduced himself "And you are?" It was as if the words he said was magic to the girl in front of him, because she quickly leave the man she had pinned down, stood up and smiled at him.

“That...This is the King of the Dead’s Spirit Calling Token of the Ghost World. Jack is calling all the spirits in the area…” Clarice was able to recognize the token Jack had was related to the Ghost World as she had received ancestry Kuafu’s inheritance. Natalie’s face changed once she heard that. Her eyes locked firmly on Jack; she was furious but shocked. Earlier during the Supreme Conference at the North Moana Continent, Jack appeared suddenly and captured everyone from the various major sects. There were rumors in the community in The Nine Continent that Jack had joined the King of the Dead in the Ghost World. Natalie had not believed that rumor fully at that time.

My mother was, indeed, Jack’s stepmother; I didn’t know much about how my parents met, but I knew that they met at work. The pills were really doing their number on Jack, though, because she sure as hell wasn’t any sort of supernatural being. “Sure, Jack,” I teased. “And Dad was Bigfoot, right?” But Jack continued, seemingly lost in his own world. “I tried to protect you... from the truth. From them.” A chill ran down my spine. This wasn’t the normal loopy talk; there was an earnestness in his tone. But then again, he was on sleeping pills.

She was more shocked to find out he went to Morgan's High. "Who's he, Boss?" She asked. He scoffed. "Rather than who, It's what..." "Oh, Uh... What is he, Boss?" Kristen asked. Clyde sat down on the opposite chair, and rubbed the desk in between him and the being, with his palm. "A supernatural being. Definitely not a vampire" Clyde replied. Kristen swallowed hard, in curiosity. "I have a few questions, boss and I'm really sorry for my inquisitiveness" She muttered.

Usually, he would have been making a fuss about how he was a genius that was able to recognize something that even his brilliant wife had been helpless in identifying, but the gravity of the situation at hand did not allow him such a luxury. “Bloodline Suppression?” Aiden repeated with a lifted brow. Next to Clara, Jack also had a frown on his face. He was hearing this for the first time. The only one who was different was Davies. On the face of this intelligent Beastman was not an expression of confusion like the others, but of shock – and Clara was quick to realize this.

he said with a grin. Jack shook his head. He'd met some strange creatures in his life. Still, none were as odd as Clint Walker. Which was the name he had taken once he had watched 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly' and had a bit of a vamp-crush on Clint Eastwood. He was a vampire, doctor, charity worker, and a kind, good-hearted soul, even if he didn't have one of those. He was a couple of hundred years older than Jack, and the fascination with the human body was Clint's raison d'être, even in those far-off days. Jack had found him in a churchyard digging bodies up so that he could examine them. That was how he'd become a Vampire. The guy had dug a body up, and it wasn't as dead as it should

One had the soft round shoulders of a man who belonged to screens; the other had a sharper posture, a neat beard, a voice with a thick Middle Eastern cadence. “These latest results are good enough,” the bearded one said, low, the kind of certainty born of long nights and bad bargains. “It took six months to crack Supernatural,” the other replied. “The politician better be pleased.” They turned the corner, oblivious to the shadows that watched them leave. Jack’s hand flicked forward. Ghost Team flowed, soundless. At the RESEARCH door, Jack split the unit with a glance. Michelle’s element peeled off, shadows slipping to secure the next block. Jack took his core—a knife of four—and slid inside.

He quickly scrolled through his contact list, then dialled a number and put it on speaker. “Erm, ey, Officer Kyle,” answered a nervous, high-pitched voice. “Jack, long time.” “Shit, am I in trouble again?” Jack asked nervously. Kyle let out a curt laugh, “If you were, I’d see you face to face.” Jack let out a nervous laugh, “True, true, what do ya want then?” “You come from a line of great priests the Griseo Magus, is it not? You even practised the dark arts yourself?”

v: "I never told you to trust me,'' I said. "Ace, do you think we can trust her enough to leave Mia here" I hear Damian ask his wolf. Magic. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sybil Leek and I was born on February 22, 1917, in England (A/N: Yes she is a real person, and if you don't believe me g****e her). I moved to the USA when I was 20. The whole world thinks that I died of cancer in 1982 but I am still alive living in the world of the supernatural. I met Jessica's parents when I was visiting an old friend of mine. They came and asked me to help them protect their little girl because they knew that they didn't have much time, And that was 10 years ago on new years eve.