Mrs Tran Supernatural Novels & Stories

Amara I had seen death. I had wielded it, survived it, stood with my hands drenched in it. But whatever was inside Trina now—this was something else. She convulsed on the stone floor, her mouth open in a soundless scream as black smoke poured from her eyes and fingertips. The shadows recoiled. Even the Forgotten kept their distance. This wasn’t possession. This wasn’t magic. It was infestation. Kael stood protectively in front of me, but I stepped around him, heart pounding.

,Aunty Laura said to me which I did. "Me transiero ,hic et nunc, ubi voluntas mea(I transfer myself,here and now,where my will is)",Aunty May started chanting and soon the candle which was in the middle suddenly turn off. The moment I opened my eyes we were now standing in a meadow.We were nolonger standing in our panic room. "Wow ,how did you just do that .Teach me pretty please",I enthusiastically said. " Your abilities are remarkable ,kiddo.With proper training you will he able to do this and even more ",Aunty May said with a serious expression.

she managed to say, her voice trembling. She bid him a hurried goodnight and made her way towards the door. As she stepped out into the hallway, Myra felt a mix of relief and fear pulsating through her veins. The truth about her husband's supernatural abilities loomed over her, threatening to engulf her in darkness. Unsure of where to turn, she stepped into the cold night, her mind filled with lingering questions about the safety of her own existence.

Declan’s POV Sleep didn’t come easy that night, the image of that little girl, Lunara, kept burning through my mind long after the lights at the Henss mansion went out. Her eyes. Spirits of the Moon, those eyes. They didn’t just shine, they sparked. Literally. I saw it with my own eyes, the moment her mother’s hand trembled and a sliver of light flew from her pupils straight into the chandelier, shattering it to the marble floor. Everyone blamed weak crystals or bad wiring, but I knew better.

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

However, in the ensuing chaos, the car charged over the bridge, plunging me and the kidnappers into the ocean. There was a splash, followed by the rippling of the water. Eventually, the surface of the ocean became calm once more. That was when the recording abruptly cut off. Lucas, who had been watching the entire video play out, was shaking violently. "Is Lucille really dead?" he wondered.

Unexpectedly, it slowly opened on its own like it was expecting our arrival. Stepping inside, warmth was still nonexistent. The place had been covered with dust, indicating that it had been untouched. The woody interior looks sturdy enough to even last a few more years. All three of us carefully made our way to the small table. On a rusty chair, a skeleton was sitting upright, facing the door. I could clearly tell that her death was unnatural. "There goes the last witch in history." Tairone, my Beta, spoke, disappointed. He removed his mask and exhaled deeply.

Tian Tian was an especially bright child since her birth, even though she used to see ghosts and talk to them, she was never of those people who were scared of ghosts or supernatural things, like her grandmother's older sister. She grew up by hearing the stories of her grandmother's older sister who was the owner of the house of spirits before her for forty years. She had heard that she was so scared of seeing those creatures that she had stopped going out of her house when she was just three years old. All of her studies had been taken care of by private tutors and later she did not continue her studies.

Minx said. “That’s strange, you've never had a trance before.” Mrs. Jackson said. “Could you explain the details in full?” Mrs. Jackson asked. Trances are not a joke among their kind. If anyone had a trance about anything, there is a ninety-five percent chance of that vision coming to pass.

Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernatural community in this city could handle. “The Council has fucking nothing to do with this! And I don't want to have to go pick up your body - if you still have one!" Then everything suddenly fell silent, the magic dissipated as quickly as it had appeared. Balan wearily scratched his shiny blond hair, the red in his pupils softening to the familiar chocolate color: "Eden, I'm so worried!"