Sabriel Supernatural Novels & Stories

I slowly lowered myself to the floor, my knees coming to rest beside the spilled water and shattered glass. Bella gasped softly and moved closer before carefully lowering herself to kneel beside me. We both stared at the mess in complete horror. Something deeply unnatural and terrifying was happening right before our eyes. The moment the tablet touched the water, it began bubbling violently. A faint hissing sound filled the room as the blue coating dissolved at an unnatural speed, releasing a strange bluish-gray substance into the water. Within seconds, the clear water had turned cloudy and murky.

I held Sabrina's ashes tight against my chest, watching numbly as Tiana bustled around the living room, spoon-feeding Hayden. It was then that the shaman, whom Hayden hired, made another visit, swinging her whisk as she chanted under her breath. She then explained, "Henry remains unconscious because the malevolent energy is still present. You must find the girl immediately so that she can perform the prayers." Tiana held Hayden close under the umbrella. "Go hold his head underwater to clear his mind. Get rid of that urn he's holding as well—it makes me sick just looking at it." I cried out in utter disbelief, yelling, "Those are Sabrina's ashes! How can you be so heartless?"

"I have been diminished. I knew I was diminished. I did not know why." "The piece of your soul that was taken," Tara says carefully. "It was released, the way Sable's was. In a smaller event, not a Blood Storm. But released. It will have anchored somewhere, in a developing supernatural signature that was open enough to receive it." Sera is very still. "Is there a child," she says.

“That’s why I’m shirtless.” I hadn’t noticed. Now I did. Broad chest. Hard muscle. Bare skin still damp from a rushed rinse, droplets sliding down his abs in a way that made my mouth go dry. What the heck is going on with me?! He chuckled at my expression and then straightened, offering his hand. “Hunter Olsen. Alpha Guardian of the North. Fenrivia.” So formal… for a man half-naked in front of his bride. I placed my hand in his. “Sybil von Ro—”

Then the Beta stepped forward with a daughter at his side—tall, polished, wearing a ceremonial gown like she’d been born into it. Selah Dorne. Her scent rolled across the clearing like roses over rot—too sweet, too sharp, too deliberate. Kieran faced her without looking away from me. “I accept Selah Dorne,” he said, as if the words didn’t cost him anything. The priest hesitated—then lifted the bowl, forced by politics, by pressure, by the pack’s watching eyes. The Moonwater shimmered. And then— It turned black. A ripple spread across the surface, dark as bruised ink.

I needed the women and concubines power first. "My name is Sabrina , daughter of the warlock king Eldric , my sister here is Fay . Now if you would excuse me , I have some work to do before we fully become acquainted as my true self . " I floated in the air , my eyes turning white , I flung the door , turning it shut . I sighed and then began to chant in the old religion.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

If this spell held information about the recent disturbances in the coven or the identity of the saboteur, it could be a game-changer. Taking a deep breath, Seraphina began the incantation, her voice barely more than a whisper. The words flowed from her lips like a melody, and she could feel the magic responding, weaving its way through the symbols on the scroll. The air in the room seemed to shimmer with energy, and the candles flickered as though influenced by an unseen breeze.

She said, “I can't lose you again.” “I’ll be fine, don't worry,” I promised just as I felt a whoosh of air pull at me, and I knew I was back to the Dark Moon pack, back to the forest. I opened my eyes and fear swept through me immediately, standing in front of me, his eyes on mine was a member of the pack, and he had seen me, the Luna teleport - an ability only possible for sorcerers.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…