Jinns Supernatural Novels & Stories

He never expected her to be this strong at such a young age. “Daddy, I’m a Grand Supernatural!” “…” James froze. A Grand Supernatural? To his understanding, only those who mastered terrifying secret Supernatural Arts at birth would be called a Grand Supernatural. However, Winnie did not seem to possess any of these signs. “Winnie, what’s your Supernatural Power?” James asked in disbelief.

But now she decided to break her silence and hit me with a hard reality. Jin was a psychopath. However, Umbra chimed in just then. "He did all that to protect you, Nimue. Seriously, you have no idea how dangerous humans can get once they discover you're a supernatural." I scoffed, walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth and have a long bath. I still felt disgusted by the images of Brock's dead body flashing through my head, especially when I remembered that Jin had kissed me and tried to get physical while he was covered in blood.

I sat on a chair next to the door and looked around for a waiter or a security man to help me, then I sighted an old man with tanned skin with a group of people at a table. His tan skin with dark circles reminds me of the dark Jinn. Jinns aren't human, they are like gods, half-monster, they possess dark powers and can be recognized as human. I wanted to take a better look since I've always wished to see their face. I walked to their table to have a better view then my eyes met a green eye with broad shoulders and a muscular body.

It seemed like they came from the sand as they buried themselves together. "Careful everyone, those creatures can strike fast with venom on their saliva and kill their prey," Jenna announced as the creature showed no fear of its target. It seemed to hardly size up how the event would be taken. It growled. "What kind of beast is that?" Henry asked in utter panic behind the witch; he had never seen such monsters of this kind. "They are the Sandjinn, the guards of the entrance," Jenna rolled out Henry. She had never seen one before, but she identified them from stories. She acknowledged she could tame this thing with a whip of her sword, but five of them? That was another tale altogether.

Not like she was supporting the enemy which was actually Clara and Kieran, but they were kicking some home world butt. “And you got it” Ronnie said and she didn’t like her tone. “You’re lying”. “Not like I care or anything, but Supernaturals are dying. Just a reminder”. The seal was close enough to what she saw. She had seen it in her mind and it was close. The wings were on her back now and Ronnie had a smirk and Danny grabbed her by her wrist and she was glowing purple. “Like hell I’ll let you out of my sight”. And they made their way to the battlefield. She had arrived just in time to see spinning death going towards every soldier. The power alone radiating off of it scared her. But she d

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

It was bound by a powerful magical contract or a curse to its host object, but apart from this side effect, the djinn was rather powerful. “You still can’t tell lies or touch iron,” Zen reminded Akiko. “In addition, djinns are not very good with wolves or dogs. That might include lycanthropes. If you’re alright with these limitations, the djinn could be the party’s ace, specialising in manifestation magic.” Creativity wasn’t Akiko’s strongest talent. However, she liked the restrictions it had. With Zen guiding them, the Death Princess thought he could maximise her potential with such a strange ability.

She stood in front of me even though I could tell she was terrified. "Look I have no idea what kind of psychopathic cult shit you got her in but she is staying with me," Kris said and a growl reverberated through Creed's chest. "Creed," I warned and he stopped immediately. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "There is a reason the majority of the world doesn't know about the existence of the supernaturals." "What the fuck it's like I just stepped into a roleplaying game." Kris was flabbergasted at the words coming put of Creed's mouth.

Snarling, I bared my teeth in warning. "What is it?" Hans asked, snapping my attention back to him. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Luna." "Something like that." I growled. "Pardon?" "Hans, what happened?" Igor called, suddenly appearing. Fuck, was everyone going to show up and see this? "Uh..." Igor gasped, immediately locating Christine. "Why?" "The jinns." I responded quickly. However, I didn’t expect either of them to believe me. Hell, if I didn’t watch it happen, I wouldn't have either. "They’re not gone."

I backed away, hugging myself, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Kyle…” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Don’t let them take me.” The door burst open with a crack, and I jumped. My parents stormed in, their faces were red with rage. Behind them were Kyle’s parents; their eyes were cold. And then the others: men and women in black robes, collars glinting, rosaries hanging. A group I never expected. Bishop Callahan. Mother Superior. Monsignor Rivera. And two other priests whose faces I knew from years of services. A holy firing squad.