Samhain Supernatural Novels & Stories

I know I will nearly solve the case. “Ahhh!!!” I heard the father scream and lose his mind and then the wind suddenly blew hard which kills the candlelight. My room is so dark and I can still feel them watching me. They were surrounding me and it made me freeze. I can still hear them. I know I need to be strong even though my fear is already eating me. I can hear the laugh, the scream, the whisper, the weep that makes me so scared and I can’t take it anymore. That is why I grabbed the lighter beside me and I immediately lit the candle and opened my eyes and looked around. They are suddenly gone. They are not here anymore and the atmosphere of my room went normal. I wiped my sweat that contin

I am not sure if I should fly down or drive, but am working out logistics whenever and wherever I can. Samhain is right around the corner and our coven has doubled in size, with even more witches requesting admittance on the next new moon,we will soon be the strongest and largest in New England, yet again. Salem is packed with tourists and visiting witches aike this time of year and my work with the coven and witches plus my school work keeps me quite busy, but I miss having Damian in my bed. Adam’s POV

Her journey had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she had embraced them willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Within the hallowed halls of the Violet Moon Occult, Sasha had found a community of like-minded individuals, bound together by their shared fascination with the supernatural. Together, they had embarked on countless rituals, conducted intricate spells, and exchanged esoteric wisdom, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Samuel had been one of the few who had dared to challenge the curse, documenting his findings and experiences. His entries spoke of an ancient ritual, a desperate attempt to break the curse's grip on the town. He wrote of midnight ceremonies under the light of the full moon, of howling winds and blood-stained altars. The words danced before my eyes, painting a vivid picture of a world where the boundaries between human and beast blurred.

It is not similar to the previous vampire she has dealt with. Samantha looks up at the sky outside, and sharply narrows her eyes seeing the crescent moon. 'It's yet a full moon. Who could possibly be here?' She thinks. Samantha exits the diner without waiting for the woman to give her the change of her money. She searches for the aura's source, and for an unknown reason, Samantha detects the aura drifting from one place to another, as if teasing her on purpose.

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.

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 --"

All supernatural creatures should be found and gotten rid of. I read everything I can find and reach out to all my contacts, and I find out everything I can about this legend. Their names are Ravana Nyx,Aamon Nyx, Abaddon Nyx,Runihura Nyx, Samael Noctis, and Morgoth Noctis. Ravana and Runihura are the identical twin sisters. Aamon and Abaddon are the fraternal twin brothers. Then Samael and Morgoth are the unknown evil on this story the worst by far, but no details in anything I've found really. I decide this isn't getting me anywhere right now, and maybe I should head home. When my phone rings and it's the person I wanted to talk to the most about all of this .

And, I thought to myself, gripping the blunt wooden blade in my hand, he was outnumbered. I stepped into the line of trees, working my way quietly into the sparse woodland at the edge of the field. Cythraul was gloating, his smug voice carrying through the night, but Aradia and the Clan had him surrounded. “Birch trees are sacred, Ellis,” Rowan whispered. I still couldn’t see her, but I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on the demon. “It used to be celebrated at Samhain.” “Samhain?” I whispered back, my voice barely a murmur.

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.