Samhain Supernatural Novels & Stories

" Mystic coven members were peace-loving people. They never resorted to killing. Moreover, they never practiced any harmful and deadly spells, so they couldn't defend themselves against Samara, who was directly going for a kill." "As the days went by, Samara's greed became greater, and ruling her coven wasn't enough for her; she wanted to rule the entire World. Samara knew to do that, she would need followers who would be loyal to her. She managed to convince many people that they could achieve anything they wanted by joining forces with her. She was smart enough to play with people's weaknesses and use them for her benefit. She also specialized in the art of hypnotizing, which helped her a

“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.”

"Safe Harbor is about twenty minutes from here. Nathaniel, call your contact and let them know we're coming." As they drove through city streets now bathed in golden hour light, Casie caught glimpses of a world she'd spent ten years trying to ignore—a witch disguised as a street vendor selling charms alongside hot pretzels, a pair of vampires conducting business outside a blood bank, a shifter in partial transformation darting down an alley. The supernatural community had always existed alongside the human one, hidden in plain sight. "I'm seeing them now," Rick murmured, his gaze following the same supernatural indicators Casie had noticed. "It's like someone adjusted the contrast on the wor

Through trembling lips, Samantha began to confess everything. She spoke of how she has continuously poisoned Luna Rina meals in secret and arranged for her death during childbirth. She revealed how she sold the newborn child to a merchant named Soliam, planning to cover her tracks by killinghim whwn he kept threatening her for more money . She spoke of the witches who gave her a vial of dark magic—one that clouded the senses of anyone who might suspect her.

What she did next stunned me. Samantha swung her bleeding hand, and her blood splattered on the altar beside us. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood as I felt and heard all the ancient souls that surrounded the whole place moan and howl from Samantha’s blood. As if they had recognized the Clan she came from. They knew who she was. “Samantha go—” As soon as I realized what Richard was about to do, it was too late for me to warn her. “RICHARD!!!”

"I swear on my life, this isn't me! I would never work with vampires or attack from multiple sides!" Austin looked down at Samuel with fury and distrust. "Why should we believe you? You've been hunting innocent she-wolves for months!" "Because I'm a werewolf!" Samuel said, trying to sit up. "Vampires are our natural enemies! I would never work with Amadeus!" Anna, who was still connected to Selene and Rosemary in their power circle, suddenly gasped. "Something's wrong! I can sense dark magic coming from the east! This isn't normal rogue magic!"

“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.

-4 Weeks Later- The dead began walking. Not in full. Not yet. But enough. Bodies pulled from old battlefields. From forgotten graves. From cursed soil beneath abandoned ruins. Hagetha did not need soldiers. She needed bodies that didn’t question orders. Mindless things stitched together with dark magic and older hatred. And witches came too. Not many. But enough. Those who had sworn loyalty to her centuries ago when Lucian first fell. They returned now. Answering her call like a prayer finally answered. Damon called them “border anomalies.” I called them scouts. Because they weren’t testing if we would survive. They were testing how long it would take us to fall.

Scarlett nodded, feeling uncertainty grow inside her. The next morning, as everyone woke up and the sun barely lit the camp, Alex had already made a decision: he had to protect Scarlett no matter what. What happened the night before hadn’t been an accident. The gorgon who had almost drowned Scarlett was a princess of the lake, and although Alex still didn’t understand why she had attacked her, he knew there had to be a reason—and he had to find out. And that meant that, at last, he would have to tell Scarlett the truth about the supernatural world… and about who had attacked her the night before. Scarlett stepped out of her tent with Leslie, feeling the morning chill on her skin. At that ver

"Good luck with the results." Anita and I go back in the room and she grips my hand like it's a lifeline. I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and she lets out a calming breath. Her grip loosens a little and I look at the doctor. She seemed to have calmed down from when she saw my vampire form and smiles lightly at me. "I'm sorry I scared you before," I say quietly and she nods lightly. "What are the results?" She looks at the paper in her hand and smiles. "Being this is a supernatural pregnancy, I want to do weekly check-ins. Aside from you, there are no other reported mixed with human and vampire..."