Sam Supernatural Novels & Stories

Raf stared for a long moment, then stood and walked to the window, hands in his pockets. "What if I say that you’ll reconsider staying once you know the truth?" Raf asked and turned back. "What do you mean?" Saraya frowned. "Sit down, Honey Bee. You might need support," Raf said. Confused, she sat on the sofa. "Have you ever heard about the Supernatural World?" Raf asked. Saraya nodded. "Yeah, our teacher once told us there is another world besides humans — made of vampires, werewolves, demons, witches, maybe fairies… and that they have soulmates or something. But it must be a myth, right?" she said uncertainly.

Serena grinned. “Good. Now get out of my sight.” “But my promotion—” “Will come to you once I’m Luna,” Serena said, shutting her bedroom door in Nellie’s face. By the next morning, Samantha’s ghost hadn’t returned for a third time. Good. The freak was finally dead—Serena wasn’t sure how the hell she had managed to come back from the grave before, but it was certainly by unnatural means, and therefore best for her to stay dead. Really, Serena was doing everyone a favor. For all they knew, Samantha had used some kind of dark ritual to come back to life! Maybe she came straight from hell to ruin all of their lives!

“I can work with you for the next couple of hours, but then I have to go to the club. Bradford and Lynn took the night off to see that new movie, and I have to finish booking the performers for the end of the year fest.” Samael hums in agreement. “What movie are they going to see?” I shrug. “Some movie about a cannibal serial killer.” “Do you remember the last movie we saw at the Cinema?” I shudder. “That was a very long time ago, but I’ll never forget. It was the one with the little girl who disappears into the television screen? Those humans should have known better than to buy a home built over Indian burial grounds.” Samael nods. “You have to admit it was quite amusing to see how frighte

Sammy attempts to scream out in horror and pain once again but finds that she is still unable to speak. Suddenly, the pain begins to fade, and Sammy hears, "We apologize for the discomfort, Samantha. It will all be over with shortly." Sammy quickly realizes that what she is hearing is actually in her head, as if she was thinking to herself, but it wasn't her voice speaking. She looks to the creatures, questioning if she was actually just spoken to telepathically when the red one tilts its head slightly as to signal it was the one that was just speaking to her.

“Aren’t you concerned they will tell others? How can you trust them to keep the supernatural world a secret?” She gave me an amused look. “You really don’t know much about us, do you?” “Vampires have never been very forthright about their abilities or ways of doing things.” “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Well, you know how you have an incredible sense of smell? It can often tell you if someone is supernatural or human. Maybe even sometimes warn you if they may be a threat…” “Yes?” “Well, we have the ability to sense truthful or trustworthy humans. It’s difficult to describe properly. It means though that we know who we can safely employ.”

He enlightened her. "Breed? There are breeds? Aren't you all the same?" Adrianna was dumbfounded to know that vampires have different breeds. He got up and went to grab a book from his shelves, and hand a heavy book to Adrianna. "This will help you because I am not good at explaining things and facts." Said Alaric. Her palms touched the cover of the book which looked antique and royal. She read the title 'Vamoose', called Vampire in latin. "You didn't tell me you have kids." Alaric asked her.

He shakes his head again. "Now I allow my voice to change, to deepen, to resonate with the fullness of my incredibly long life. The effect on him is pronounced; he shakes visibly, as if he is suddenly aware that he is sitting next to a monster. But I am not just any monster. I am a vampire, and in many ways, for his sake, that may be the worst monster of all.

Was he kidding? There was no way she would trust him now that he was being creepy again , but he held her hand in an iron grip, and she couldn’t free herself. Isabella didn't believe in anything supernatural, but right now, she was sure he had done something to her. Maybe he put something in her drink. Samson rarely fed on humans. He drank blood acquired through a blood bank and was content with it. It wasn't quite the same as the warm, pulsating blood coming straight from a human's vein, but it was sufficient to satisfy his hunger and nourish his body.

she shouted again. "I assure you, that is the case as it stands." "Samantha is even more skeptical about this mystical shit that I am! I mean was. She's a born-again atheist, so why would she be seeing some kind of psychic --" "Medium," the ghost corrected her. "She is seeing a medium."

She declared with a smile positively. “The thing is supernaturals are real”. He paused a bit to see her reaction, probably to see her go crazy or hysterical or probably laugh to his face and call him crazy but surprisingly, none of that came. “The powerful races supernatural world consists of Werewolves, vampires, witches and demons. But the weaker races consists of Sirens, banshees, faes, fairys, mermaids and even elves.” She nods.