Jessica Moore Supernatural Novels & Stories

They both looked uncomfortable, so I knew it was something about being a werewolf. “I will remind you that I am the goddess-mother of two alphas,” I said. “I’m not really one to gossip with my human buddies, of which I have none.” “Of course,” Travis said, looking chastened. “It’s just that her cause of death is a strictly werewolf matter.” “‘Her’ cause of death?” I asked. “Yes. The body belonged to a Miss Jessica Silverwood, who was a known associate of Mr. Kim.” I thought about what Mavis had said. “His fiancé?”

Sasha asks, but her voice has an echo to it as if her words are being heard from far away. “I was on a hike. It was the first time that I climb this trail, everything was fine in the beginning, but on my second day I felt as if I was being followed. I got off the trail hoping to lose whatever was following me. When I looked back again wolves were chasing. I ran to get away, but I got hurt and when I woke up again, you people were here.” Jessica spoke in a deadly calm voice, she sounded like a drone. “What do you know of our people? What do you know of supernatural?” Sasha asks her voice still sounding far away.

As soon as it started ringing, she muttered under her breath, "Thank God!" "Why is it taking him too long to pick? Please pick, pick, pick!" Jessica paced around frantically as she listened to the sound of Kelvin's number buzzing, waiting for him to finally pick. No answer! She dialed the number again, yet there was no answer. She became scared. In fact, she was extremely petrified, and this was because Jessica had had nightmares in the past which eventually became reality. She had dreamt of her father's death before he eventually died. Her mother believed she had some kind of supernatural power that could make her foretell things that would happen or were already happening.

Jess began, her voice steady yet laced with the weight of years of secrecy, "Supernaturals exist. They are beings beyond our understanding, beyond what ordinary people can see or comprehend. They are powerful, and some can be dangerous." She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "The Master... he is one of them. He found me when I was young, desperate, and he offered me protection and money in exchange for my service. I had no choice but to agree." Miranda's eyes widened, a surge of anger and betrayal flickering across her face. "You only told us that he was your boss. What is he? Which class of supernatural?” “A vampire.” Jess looked down, guilt etched deeply into her features.

P.o.V. Moira/Trajan Alessa bucked and snapped but couldn’t force Moira off of her back. Finally she began to change forms, but Moira was ready and planted their feet while drawing up to full height. Jessica was more than a head shorter and couldn’t hold her footing. As she began to stop struggling, Moira quickly released the chokehold and locked her down to the ground. They didn’t want to hurt their friend. A submission would be enough, and Jessica had no more options if the rest of the group could take down the other three.

Her parents offered their full support, she left for San Francisco to claim her position as Ragnor's mate. In the city of San Francisco, Jessica is screaming her head out knowing she is dying as her body temperature is just dropping. She believes she is suffering from hypothermia, however, the butler deduced from her scent what is wrong with her. Jessica is turning into a vampire, Jack's progeny. To shut her up as her screams were now disturbing the entire house, the butler punched her so hard she passed out. He carried her and placed her on the bed, thinking of what to do.

All of it was because Jessica wasn’t normal. “You’re a witch?” I ask, but I already know the answer. “Are you going to hurt me?” I press further, and regret starts to lace my tone. I wish I didn’t come here. I wish I listened to Mom and stayed around for Pack Time. Jessica laughs, but when she sees I’m dead serious, she quiets down. “Sireen, I’m not hurting you.” Not quite believing her, I ask. “Then who owns this blood?” I point.

The door to the room screeched and Jessica is reminded this wasn't her room but Nathan's, it revealed the last person she wanted to face. The Luna mother, Luna Avery. Her hair was wrapped in a tight bun dressed in her usual flowy gown that fell to her ankles. Jessica might have or might not have said too much under the influence yesternight. She has been living with the burden of her atrocities that night she murdered Kiara. Was she remorseful of her actions? No, she badly wanted to share it and when she found Kiara survived her murder attempt she wanted someone to console her. Luna Avery weirdly made her available and might have heard the most heinous sins committed by her son's new mate.

But as soon as she pulled the door open, she discovered Moon on the floor, blood streaming from her mouth, but what shocked Jessica was Stefen's presence, and she understood he had done something to Moon. “Moon,” Jessica screamed and knelt next to Moon. “Oh my god! What do I do now, Moon?" Jessica's hands shook as she attempted to hold Moon's head. Her eyes welled up with tears as she saw Moon writhing in pain but unable to voice a single moan. "You are a devil!” Jessica shouted in anger, looking up at Stefen.

Jessika Sims is an Australian author of fantasy horror. Her nightmarish monsters are the stars of her writing; created by her real-life fears of spiders, heights, and anything resembling horror. Jessika lives in the suburbs of Port Stephens and uses her experience of the changing landscapes she grew up in to create her own world and characters through her own style of writing. Transamagei is her first novel.