Pamela Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Supernaturals are real and they've existed even before humans came on this earth. Of course, humans don't know because that would cause chaos. However, in the sixties, a scientist discovered our existence and saw us as a threat to the human race. So he created all kinds of formulas and recipes to overpower them. He wrote them in a sacred book. The supernaturals soon came to discover his plans and he, unfortunately, got killed. The book became an ultimate weapon among the supernaturals. Because even supernaturals could use it to overpower everyone. Of course, that's something that no one wants to see. The book has a mind of its own. Since it was created to work against supernaturals, it obvi

A pale beautiful figure appeared, leaning against the window frame. Leah. My heart slammed hard against my ribs. I froze in my large wolf form. Leah looked straight down into the dark courtyard. Her eyes locked directly with mine. I braced myself for her to scream or run away in fear from the creature standing in front of her. But she did none of those things. There was no fear in her wide, tear-filled eyes, just like before. She only stared down at me with a deep sadness that matched the pain in my own heart.

Instead of trying to fracture the bonds, they were trying to enter the pattern. ⸻ By midday, the first ripple reached beyond the mansion. Amelia felt it while seated in the library, surrounded by old texts Dimitri had pulled from sealed archives—records of convergence phenomena, failed attempts at forced balance, warnings written in careful, fearful hands. She stiffened mid-sentence. Jason felt it too. “There.” Mateo frowned. “What happened?” Amelia swallowed. “Someone just touched the pattern.” Her heart kicked hard against her ribs—not with fear, but with urgency. She reached outward, not extending power, but awareness.

Gabriel states before Jackson could tell us what Sasha said. "It was a woman who attacked her, she said the woman was wearing your bar's uniform." No fucking way I think to myself, what are the bloody odds? I mean, surely there are more female barkeeps? "Lydia? No bloody way, I checked her out myself mate that gal is sweet as pie." Jackson seems to tense up a bit, "Actually, her aura says she is supernatural, myself, Scarlette just couldn't figure out what kind of supernatural she is and my other half is choosing to stay out of the investigation, she says her detective days are over." I mutter in the hopes it would calm Jackson down. "Can you now tell me the name of this higher demon so that

I grab him, pleading and sobbing he desists from it, but it only further confuses Stella and gingers him on. The door comes open and I dart my hopeful gaze there to see Dyrean, Ochea, and Mortiz. I can smile in relief, knowing his brother can help me caution him. "You could never know what atrocities your innocent timid Sorah got up to in that blissful cottage she lived. Could never have imagined she'd welcome in a Vampire and camp him under her roof." Gripping fingers find my chin and at once, in a swirl, I'm face-to-face with my infamous tormentor.

Every other thing stayed with her, and maybe Mother. "Are you okay?" Pamela walked into my room, unannounced, she looked better already, the pills from Tye's prescription did a great job in bringing the young lady back to normal, Tye said she is likely to stop getting ill after this treatment, my assumptions were correct_Pam did not get enough treatment months before she came to the mansion to work, which is why the old typhoid comes back to haunt her system. She was sitting beside me already, "what are you thinking about?" She asked, shifting closer to me. I faced her, smiled and shook my head, "nothing at all," I said.

It was like they were carrying a magnetic kind of energy that naturally made people be attracted to them. Amelia was wearing a long one shoulder dress. It hugged her slim body, accentuating every curve on her body. Her waist was slim and there was no extra fat on any part of her body. Her face was beautiful and you could tell that she had barely put on makeup because it looked natural and healthy. She had only applied a simple blush on her cheeks that helped enhance her angelic face. “Wow, this… a match made in heaven!” someone exclaimed, breaking the silence in the room.

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

She looked as if she came from another world, and none of the mortals here could ever touch her. When Etan first saw her, she mostly had an alluring smile like a succubus that bewitched souls. But he had never seen Jean like this before. His heart rate started to increase. “How do you feel about this, Mr. Mann?” The head of the gaming division asked in a low voice. Etan just gave a simple “Mm.” … Tara asked the makeup artist to leave. Her face was darkening. “Etan is watching Jean’s shooting next door.”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.