Pamela Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Oh, you look so much like him. Hah! I’m going to cut those blue eyes of yours that look like that useless Witch. She destroyed” “Pamela? Why are you doing this to us?” Crystal said in tears as she was afraid seeing those around her being people she never met before. Big size men and women who looked fierce. There were five of them watching over her where one was with a rope, “Why are you hurting us? Please let Teddy go” “Shut up, you little brat!” Pamela turned to face the crying Crystal and pushed the girl down to the ground, “Another word from you, I will cut your tongue”

Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of living supernaturals. Worse, Serena’s eyes glowed with another vision: “They’re adapting… and they’re hunting us specifically now.”

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

I stood up from the bed and walked towards the apparition that took the form of the woman I love. If this was Pamela, she looked scared and anxious. She was out of my life so there was nothing to fear from me again unless she was not really there. I walked towards her slowly and stretched my hand to touch her, to see of she was actually real. She came forward and hugged me. The spell broke. Fuck. She was really here. "Pamela!" I scream and hugged her back more tightly. She had no reason to come back here and her presence, while really appreciated gave way for more confusion.

“Well, I better go-” “Lord of rot!” Puck cried, leaping out of the shadowed forest. He raced around the court in panicked circles, knocking over furniture and tearing at his hair, then leaped to the decaying basketball post, hanging by the rusty rim. “These spying eyes have seen something dreadful! A maiden, disemboweled. Lying skyclad in the city, her innards devoured. The mortal watchmen hast hastened to the scene. But no man has wrought this horror,” he narrowed his eyes. “She has the taint of the otherworld about her.” Samael inhaled sharply. “It's as I thought,” he said, grave.

A deafening scream echoed in the distance—somewhat faint, but intriguing enough for Pandora to turn toward the door. She felt strange and confused. It was unusual for Aquela's shrill voice to fill the entire mansion, even with the door closed, still conveying the woman's hysterical fear. "Chris, help me. Where are you?" "They're very close." Pandora's curiosity grew. She wondered who Aquela was referring to. Why did her mother sound so panicked at this early hour?

Those three are terrifying! Sir Darenn looks puzzled when I look at him. What about Sir Darenn? Is he similar to them? Is he also a monster? Is the child in front of me a monster as well? I gulped, and my entire body trembled in fear; they're vampires, not humans. They're bloodthirsty monsters who are terrified of the sun. That's why the mansion is so dark, and they only leave at sunset. Once again, I see the child slowly approaching me; he's debating whether or not to approach me, and he's about to cry, but he suddenly runs up to me, and I was surprised when he hugged me tightly.

“Probably, but this is easier to hide.” I smiled at her carefree attitude she said it with. “Thank you, Hyene. I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to talk him into this, and it means a lot.” “Yeah, it wasn't easy, but neither is hiding from a shape shifter.” My head snapped up and caught her eye. She leaned in closer. “Just so you know, you can't eavesdrop on a conversation between Supernaturals and expect not to get caught,” she whispered.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??