Mary Campbell Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I did not say she was taken, I said she’s missing…I don't know what happened. I established a tenuous mind link with her a few minutes ago. She said she’s somewhere dark.” “That doesn’t sound good.” “No. And the other Cambion is dead,” I say and thrust my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. “So it's someone with the power to kill and capture demons. Do you have anyone like that in the camp?” Fuuu-huck. Niall and Finian. “Yes,” I mutter. “Caspian’s mages showed up here last night.” “And you let them in?”

Kathleen was left dumbfounded when Christian showed her a newspaper where Samantha’s photo is its cover. Kidnapped or Sacrificed? Samantha Shane Andersen, a psychiatrist in town, gone missing after a mysterious car accident with her best friend, Kathleen Anne Abad. Authorities still found no evidence to whether her disappearance is a work of syndicates or something far more mysterious that evades the human perception. According to the investigators, unknown black tracks were found near the incident area which were said to be demon marks according to some spiritualists who also studied the case.

What do I do now? "Get out! I say through gritted teeth." They were all staring at each other in confusion, I was disgusted by the sight. "I said get out!!" I shouted and they scurried out of the palace at once, some of them almost tripping on each other. I have to find a solution and I have to find one fast. If anything happens to Sarah, I couldn't live with myself. The throne is going to have to wait. I went into Sarah's chambers, she couldn't just have left, there has to be a reason. I searched the entire room but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I don't even know any of her friends, I'm such a terrible brother. I made my way out of her chambers and headed to the royal psychic. She was

Is this why Mary hated all supernaturals? Suddenly my senses were overwhelmed with the strong scent of death, Mary’s scent was intertwined with it. How did she manage out of the entire forest to stumble into a Ghoul’s hunting ground. Ghouls were rare and few. Vampire’s hated losing to the beast within them, we lived the longest out of all the supernatural creatures, with the Fae coming in a close second and couldn’t imagine being stuck in a state where our beast was in control of our every action. Vampires are born with their beast, from the minute our eyes open were taught how to control the monsters inside of us. We were taught to always quench are blood lust and to never let our beasts ta

"I had a run in with a piece of silver." "Around here? Who brought silver into the house?" I smiled. "Sam. She didn't know any better." "Who is Sam?" I stopped walking mere inches from her. "She's going to be my new personal assistant." As I spoke I saw Mara's breath come out in a fast pant, and the blacks of her eyes magnifying. She was a small woman, petite with long black hair. She was Brazilian with brown skin and warm chocolate eyes. Of my ladies, Mara was the one who knew the most about the supernatural. It was she who taught Paul about the unknown elements that could give him superhuman abilities. It was her tales that convinced him that it was possible to become more powerful.

I was putting on my shoes by the front door when Daisy stopped me to hand me a small bottle. I looked at it, then looked back at her. “What is this? I know the city’s not so safe right now, but I don’t think pepper spray is going to stop a serial killer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “It’s garlic powder.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re still on this vampire bullshit?” I pushed the bottle back into her hands but she stepped back. “Just hold it with you. It’s better to be safe than sorry.” I shook my head, but stuffed the bottle in my bra. My Uber was waiting outside, and by the time I pulled up to the event hall, the party was in full swing.

Cold spread through my veins, fast and merciless. Tears slid down my temples. I had told myself I was ready. That letting go would hurt less than letting my child live in a world like this. So why did my chest ache, as though something vital were being ripped from me while I lay there unable to resist. As my consciousness began to fade, I saw my birth parents forcing their way toward the operating room, my mother shouting my name, my father already moving ahead of her. Several vampires lay sprawled on the floor behind him, struck down as though they had never stood a chance.

Shira teased me often concerning our little secret, I had warned her to keep it for now since we weren't sure how he felt towards us in the meantime, wouldn't want to get hurt after all. I was all smiles in the kitchen, busy making his coffee, he had been in his office all morning and I wanted to surprise him by bringing him his drink myself. The door to the office was open, so I strolled in, my eyes found no one inside his office an empty chair with countless documents scattered on the table, maybe he was in the bathroom. After placing the mug down, my eyes scanned the papers until a name caught my attention. Graig Campbell. This was a name I would never forget, the person responsible for t

Which is perfect for keeping Cristina’s army hidden. “We will camp here for the night.” We are so ready to strike against The Marquis and his selective Bampires that will join him for tomorrow’s event. They are vicious, hungry sexual predators waiting to beat and rape our female or male Bampires to death. The Marquis chose nineteen female Bampires to take part in the game of hunting, and one who volunteered. This does not include the male Bampires who are selected as well.

We have spoken before of "unexpected" and "unexplained" love stories. And we have more this time at the Supernatural Spa. This time, I will be asking my friend, Mab the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. She'll be sharing two cases that involved her personal friends back in the University that she loves so dear... ++++++++++ Partner No.1: The Only One