Pamela Supernatural Novels & Stories

“I was thirsty and wanted to drink some water, so I went downstairs. When I walked to the stairs, Madam Summers was about to come up and screamed all of a sudden. I wonder if she’s possessed.” Susan was good at adapting to changes. She clutched her chest and said, “I just saw a black cat with green eyes! I’m most afraid of cats!” “All this fuss just for a cat?” Jared frowned. “Besides, there’s no cat in the house. How did you see a cat?” “She must be in a daze.” Fiona immediately helped her mother explain. Yvonne did not speak as she saw clearly that Susan screamed the moment she saw her. ‘If she didn’t do anything wrong, she wouldn't be afraid of ghosts. What is she afraid of?’

Lucas tried to stand in front of me, but I obviously wasn’t going to let him protect me like that. “I’m guessing your Samara.” I said. “Wow. I didn’t think I had made it so high up the food chain. Alpha Meadow knows who I am.” She said. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just know one of your victims that you carelessly left alive.” I said. “There’s only one prick that I left alive. But I didn’t know that you were his werewolf contact. Where is dear old Benjamin? I would love to finish what I started.” She said.

Cameron asked. "I'm his psychic medium," was Pamela's sage reply. That supernatural bogusness made Cameron happy. It shouldn't have. "Yeah, I kill his enemies then interrogate their souls," Pamela added with a nod. "It is highly rewarding work." Cameron's mouth gaped. "How about I shut the door and give you two kids some privacy." "What does she really do?" Cameron whispered to me. Part of me wanted to say 'she told you'.

The pleasure built until her thighs trembled “Daddy-“ she choked out, as the long delayed orgasm ripped through her.. She fell against the shower wall, panting, and as the water washed away the evidence of all that had happened that morning, Pamela knew one thing for certain-Richard held her soul. “Wednesday-“she whispered, alone.

“Amelia, the only way to stay safe is to be with me. Along with my friends I will try to chase the demon away. However, for that I need to have an assurance that you will stay in this castle.” Amelia placed a trembling fingertip on her mouth. “There are more of your kind on this earth?” she croaked. “Yes,” he replied quietly. “They were there in the party you attended. The Tozhar Mik.” She gripped her throat and swallowed rapidly. Xavier had mentioned about those folks to her. They all had wings behind them and like a stupid, she thought that those wings were artificial appendages, something to make them stand apart from the crowd. But in reality, they were faes? She turned her head to the s

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

/// With the secret disappearance of William Hunt, the voices in my mind and the memories that seem to not fit the other world, these last three weeks have been very strange and I am beginning to accept that perhaps it was a significant mistake to stop looking for the relics of Juana and Melido . I do whatever it takes to not consider it, to focus on the daily schedule, and it works for me for a while, until the voices torture me again calling me with an extraordinary demand. I enlightened Lara, in light of the fact that she recently saw me in one of those minutes where I felt like the voices would blow my mind, and she agrees that it could very well be Angeledith's work on DamAmy for the ma

[3rd POV—Damon] Damon watches Cara sleeps in his arms. The fact that she was snoring softly and appearing calm gave the impression that she was having a pleasant dream rather than one of the terrifying nightmares that had been tormenting her sleep for some time after the traumatic event. That there were no monsters chasing to touch her.

Charlotte asked with her face furrowed, confused, and before anyone could give a response, Elsie abruptly banged the door widely opened, and she banged in, raising her voice. “The day to feed everyone with the fruit of what they sow is here…” She walked closer and stood in front of the TV so everyone would conveniently see her. She rounded her hands over her waist and faced her mother. “Mom, the day is here, and the evil among us shall be openly revealed. Cohen already had a hint of what was about to open, so, he said nothing and watched Elsie perform. Anna already suspected what might be happening, but Charlotte’s presence cautioned her so she calmly watched.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro