Sam Supernatural Novels & Stories

“So, I have ensured that I uphold my side of the deal ever since and my coven has grown strong as a result.” Samuel kept his expression neutral. He suspected that some of the resources she had been using were tainted religious rhetoric from Nyxsis as in his dragon memory, there was nothing of demons, however in the life he had lived as the amnesiac vampire, he was familiar with the myths around them.

"Daniel, that was no ordinary mind control. This was something sinister, something supernatural." I scoffed. "Supernatural? You mean like ghosts and demons?" He nodded solemnly. "Yes, Daniel. I'm afraid so. And it's clear that Sam is not just any ordinary human being." I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What are you saying, Father?" "I'm saying that Sam may be something much darker. And if that's the case, then you need to be prepared for what's to come." I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs of confusion clouding my mind,

Amelia, as always, came in gracefully. Well seems like it's time for business. We all seated in our respectful seats. "So may I ask why life among the supernatural might be threatened?" Nicholas asked getting down to business. "Well, the other day I received a message, a vision to be exact. I saw the demons, sirens, and the dark fae plotting to disrupt we have here. Even though the fae are not a part of peace treaty they still deserve some help from our side." Silvia "Okay, well now that we got a concrete idea of what's going on we need to prepare for war. I would like to ask which race will specialize in what category?" I ask now growing impatient.

Cameron grinned holding out his offerings. “You eat it. You need the sugar. What was that about?” Rhett asked. “I don’t know,” Jules shook his head slowly. “But that Van Helsing isn’t human. Have you ever heard of a non-human Van Helsing before? It seems… wrong. A bit f-ked up. A supernatural working with humans determined to end supernaturals.” “Really f-ked up,” Casey corrected. “How’d you know?” Rhett leaned against Cameron’s side, seeking the comfort of contact with his mate.

He commanded and I swallowed hard. "A mate is the other half of a person. Like the other separate half because I have other halves inside of me. You're my soulmate. We supernaturals unlike humans, have been blessed with the gift to know our soulmate. For instance, a werewolf can tell his soulmate from her scent. Her natural body scent stands out if every other scent. But it's different for other supernaturals. It likely may not be the same method". He explained, sitting on the bed beside me. "Which Supernatural are you?" I asked looking at him.

. It’s the memory.” Alex sat beside her. “He’s gone now.” “Only from my skin,” Sama whispered. “He still lives in my nightmares.” “You’re stronger than him.” “Am I?” Dean walked in, soaked, his coat dripping. Sama stood up. "Where were you?" "Making sure no one ever takes you again." Sama's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?" Dean showed him a small rune burned into his wrist. "I made a deal with the Vampire Syndicate." Sama's heart skipped a beat. "You sold your bloodline?" "No," he answered. "I sold something older. Something riskier." "Why?" "Because if the Council tries to strip you of your rights, the Syndicate will step in. You're now under their protection." "I didn't ask for that." Dea

“It’s possible that a vampire didn’t do it, but the results are inconclusive because their blood was drained from their bodies too. Mathias and I met last night to discuss the possibility. Since the witches, Marael and Sahara Dawson, are dead, and other than the missing heads, the kids still had their organs, we’ve ruled out sacrifice. The only other possibility is that there’s something else occurring out there. There has to be a reason their heads were taken. If not for a ritual, then an out-of-control supernatural is going on a serial killing spree. Either way, we have to take care of it before the humans become suspicious. Or worse, they find proof that Supernaturals do exist. So far, si

Simon grumbled. "That's ok just tell me everything there is" Jace replied a bit anxious. "Well, all the necromancers are dead. Or rather imprisoned by Celeste and her then husband Erebus because he saw them as too great a threat to all the other supernaturals after one necromancer defied him and brought back someone he'd killed to life. Celeste ruled over the supernaturals but had no control over the necromancers because they didn't see her as their leader. They actually worshipped the lord of The Hallow. Someone by the name of Zaewyn" Simon explained. Jace grew impatient because this wasn't the type of information he's searching for.

Vivian explained, seeking confirmation. “No, actually it's not a normal thing for humans to communicate with supernaturals with their minds. Only supernaturals, mostly vampires, have the ability to communicate with humans like this. So yes, this is the first instance of your kind reaching out to my kind that I have heard of or seen," Damian explained. Vivian's excitement turned to worry. "But does that mean I am related to the supernaturals? Am I one of you guys? Is that the reason I'm able to communicate with you using my mind?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

And the fact that belief in the supernatural and paranormal also means a belief in a Spiritual Creator/Father. So from the Supernatural Spa, this is The Diwata saying goodnight and hope to see you again soon.