Samandriel Supernatural Novels & Stories

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 --"

His eyes directed to his clients and to his horror, he saw them piled up creating a big mountain, blood poured over their dead bodies. Samael’s menacing laugh echoed in the room, his figure looming on the walls as he went out from the side, dragging his long dark cloak. He faced Lucas to meet his eyes and slowly lifted his hand, marbles of flames flow through it dropping to the pile of corpse, creating an enormous fire towering over Lucas as he watched from where he stood screaming but making no sound.

After the emerald kingdom won, Sandra destroyed the emerald kingdom too and escape with a child who she thought was the heir of the celestial kingdom. The child is me. But from where did I get these powers? I am definitely not a vampire and as Ethan told my Mom Clara was a human so how can I become a magical creature? As per the golden book, when a powerful dark force enters, an equally powerful light force co-exists too. But who am I. Am I a fallen angel or a werewolf? .Also it says that the light force and dark force should together take the oldest witch life on the meteor shower. What does it mean? I don’t even know what are my powers... How will we defeat Sandra?

But as for reaching them. Oh, I’m such an idiot, after all. Hastily, I drew a pentagram, spilled blood in the center, and started the familiar summoning. He appeared immediately, a small minion, something between a demon and a demonic creature. He had a wolf’s body with a clean human skull on top. He did, however, have a magnificent set of fangs sticking out in all directions. Ak-kvir. “What did you summon me for, necromancer?” “Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?”

The colossal creature roared, its dark aura pulsating with malevolent energy as it seemed to anticipate their every move. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Samantha felt a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of her mind. There was something about the creature, something familiar yet elusive, that sent a shiver down her spine. Before they could react, the chamber began to crumble around them, massive chunks of stone hurtling toward them with terrifying speed. Samantha and Elias dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles as they fought to maintain their footing amidst the chaos. Amidst the chaos, a voice echoed through the chamber, chilling Samantha to the c

Luna Sandra's plans on the mountain bore no fruit and led to her almost losing her daughter, who was only saved through great effort. Since then, the situation in Luna Sandra's residence has taken a turn for the supernatural. Ghostly occurrences began to happen daily and night, with numerous apparitions appearing seemingly out of nowhere. They revolved in the air, sometimes high, sometimes low, unaffected by the presence of people. This phenomenon spread as a disturbing rumor, with many speculating that the sudden death of the third stepmother was somehow connected to Luna Sandra. They believed that the spirit of the third stepmother had come to seek her. These rumors grew more terrifying as

"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,

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

Realization dawned on him too late, as he felt his soul being ripped from the woman's body. The spectral form of Gilbert's soul emerged screaming from Sandrine's body, as Merlin reached out and grabbed him by his neck. His eyes bulged grotesquely in his sockets, in a gruesome display of shock and horror. Electricity shimmered around him in a blue haze, as his soul materialized into solid form.

Sarah asked. "I'm Samuel, a sorcerer from the nineteenth century. The rest of them hovering around you are my associates. This place belongs to only dead magicians and you all are clearly trespassing," the creature screeched. "What can I do to make you lead me to Virion?" Henry asked and the question seemed to interest Samuel the sorcerer. "Aah! Interesting question. Let's trade something," the scrawny figure replied. It's teeth were rotten and it's sense organs were absent.