Jack Kline Supernatural Novels & Stories

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

Until her eyes completely gave out and her system shut down. "Damn, this idiot woman!" Jacob said angrily while carrying Claire. The girl was lying in front of the car and was unconscious. Jacob told her to get in the car but what did she do? Did she think that a single piece of rock would knock Jaden out? Claire's entry into that imaginary lane was probably also Jaden's doing. Soul suckers can make an imaginary lane as they can deceive mortals. They could also do an image transformation. They can imitate the appearance of any mortal who wants to imitate, even the astral vampire form. But Jacob will not be fooled by soul suckers. He knew the difference. Soul suckers had red eyes, while their

"For food!? To slit my throat or rip me apart?!" "Food? We don't exactly eat humans. Those are just stories told to......" "What exactly are you Jake!?" She asked cutting him off "I think you know what I am already, Claire.....or at least you got an idea" "So those stories about you...and the town, they were all true?" "Not exactly..." "What do you want from me!!?" She screamed now, getting really upset. "You want to fuck? Need someone to drain your supernatural balls in!!?" "My balls seemed pretty natural don't you think?"

(Silence takes place) We all slept soundly, but another turn of event, takes place when we took heed of Keith screaming out for help, yet again, we rushed into his room and fell our eyes to discern, a grown man seated at the side with his hand on his head. "Keith , what's going on?" He lifts his head after getting the presence of his father noticed and so mine as well. A scared little Keith walks over and hugged his father, "please help me, dad?" He pleaded with him, as I quietly look on from a safe distance. "What's going, what happened this time?". Fabian drops a concern and had hoped he doesn't alter the same words he did. Keith pulls away to speak, "father... I ...saw... Chris's ghost, h

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.

"I'm not sure we are dealing with what we thought we were dealing with, Kerry. I don't think Jack is necessarily in another dimension." "What do you mean?" "I think Jack and Ivory are in the in-between. In purgatory. That's why they need the full moon. I think they're dead."

Claire had her handgun poised at the Spiritwalker right in front of the desk. But handguns can't kill Spiritwalkers. They just injure them enough so they get angry. The shadow screeched and rushed over with celerity, leaving a gust of wind behind. I fumbled to grab my shotgun. Another 'bang' followed. 'Bang. Bang. Bang.' I looked up just in time to see the Spirit crash into Claire. She flew back into the door with a supernatural speed and slumped over onto the floor. Blake stood over her and then dropped suddenly, landing right on top of her crumpled body at his feet.

Mathias inquired, his curiosity piqued. "A supernatural being can cloak themselves from magic. What if Clara's father possesses magic but has cloaked himself, aware that we would be searching for him?" Fateema proposed, introducing a new perspective. "Yes, cloaking is indeed a possibility. My friend Peterson managed to cloak himself from me. I couldn't even detect his scent. Until this day, I can't pick up his trail. What if this Jackson fellow has done the same, but on a much grander scale, impervious to any magical trace? Your book holds countless secrets. Who knows, he might be in possession of it, having learned numerous things from its contents," Damian conjectured, solidifying Mr. Jack

Jack ask wanted to know all the possibilities. "Yes Jack, here let me show you.", DL command show a big screen on the air, it pops up the thing that happen outside and all over the world. Jack saw the news that the President commanded the airforce to creat an airstrike but the pilot was also infected by the virus while he is on his mission and he was about to fire the missile but suddenly he transformed into something. Jack saw it all how the pilot has transform into a Living-dead. The strike of a missile gone wild, all the jet fighters release a missile anywhere in the city and it was a disastrous end of their mission.

One of them looked a little tipsy and the other was casting a lustful glance at him "Craig, are you telling me the truth? Are there really supernatural beings in this world?" "Yes, Jack. They are real and I am in a fix. I don't know what to do", the tipsy Craig said. "Who is this friend of yours?", Jack asked. "I am not telling. I won't betray my friend. I just need your advice, that's why I invited you over", Craig said. "Okay, talk to me then" "If you were in my shoes Jack, what would you do?", Craig asked.