Samhain Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Mate her. Protect her. She is ours.” And tonight, I would. The ceremony would be private—just us and the moon. Marking a mate wasn’t just symbolic. It was magic, ancient and binding. Once marked, our souls would tether permanently, our powers shared, our futures fused. But as the sun set and we prepared for the moment, a chill passed through the pack. Austin burst into my office, grim. “We found something.” I stood, alert. “What?” “One of the patrols picked up a strange scent—magic, but not from Sybil or her witches. Something... corrupted.”

Although she was just 18years old then and Samara was 22, the sister bond that they shared was not something that could be broken, even with the strongest spell. "If Samara wanted to elope, she would have done that with me. She would have whispered to me at least and would have taken some of the stuff she held dearly. I do not believe what the Police said." I know something had happened to my sister and the Police are too lazy to find out!" She had insisted as her friends were there to console her. Since that time, she had had a phobia for Halloween as it was the day that her sister got missed and also her sister's birthday.

"So, people, first of all, we have to find out what a Soul Reaper is. Apparently, this creature is responsible for the chaos outside." Patrols were doubled due to this event, and my father contacted the coven and the council representative for our region to report this incident. Who knows where it will make its appearance next. Although I have a feeling our pack will be the only one honored by its presence. Curtesy to my insane aunt. "Soul Reaper? I've seen it somewhere mentioned..." said Sarah as she started frantically turning page after page of an old, thick book. "This is the 'History of the supernatural beings' and as I searched the origins of witches, their strengths and weaknesses, I

And they both looked at me. “What the hell do you know about Samara?” The mayor asked. And I managed to let out a little laugh. “Only that she’s dead.” I said. “You lie.” The sheriff said. “Killed her myself. Last night in Nashville.” I said. And they looked at each other. “Now you have a pack of wolves that you don’t know what to do with because the only person that you were answering to is dead. You guys are so fucked.” I said, laughing. And the sheriff walked over and slapped me across the face. But I barely flinched. “Is that all you got?” I asked, mocking him.

A gust of wind pulses through the cafeteria and all the hairs on my arms stand up. "What the fuck is that?" Lance asks. "A vampire?" Amelia bites her lip. I shake my head, my insides cramping. "It's not even sunset yet." "You two stay here, I'll check it out." Lance dashes to the cafeteria exit before I can protest. All I can do to calm my pounding heart is to sit on the last rung of the ladder, my hands shaking. Vampires and other supernatural beings came out over a year ago. They mostly keep to themselves. Even have their own schools scattered across the country. But, knowing that monsters, ghouls, and other things that could kill us as easily as snapping a stick isn't something we humans

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”

He shuddered, his hips bucking madly and he came inside her. In the aftermath, they kissed and curled up together in bed. "Goodnight Love," Clarice murmured before drifting off to sleep. He watched her sleeping and wondered how she meant to bring him back to life. There were spells that could be used that transformed natural matter into other natural substances. He still couldn't understand how such a transformation could help. His body had been burned to ashes. There was no corpse to perform a spell upon, to give back life to. Now, that he could think clearly again he felt anxious. Magic had to be dealt with carefully. The Samhain eve was ending bringing with it Samhain Day...the day when t

Rynd had suggested another, more devious, way. They had been hiking for hours, and Rynd had offered few details of his plan. Kyle was not used to following, to taking orders, and he was reaching his limit. Indeed, just as he was getting ready to confront Rynd again, finally Rynd hiked up alongside him. “Tonight is the Samhain Festival,” Rynd said. “Our kind will flock here from around the world. It is our night for power, the one night when evil has free reign. We will use the energy of this night to summon our evil cohorts from every corner of the earth. Whatever creatures are out there, they will come to us, like moths to a flame. Then, tomorrow, we will attack Skye as one.”

Lying with him was going to be everything she'd ever dreamed of. "Just Sam. My parents were kind enough not to name me Samhain, but that's what it's short for." She must have shown her confusion because he added, "It's the Celtic forerunner to Halloween." "Ah." Though there was no clock ticking, she was still more than aware of time slipping away. "You said you have questions?" "Yes." He licked his lips and gazed at her. "Were you watching me after you left last night?" Her face flamed. "Yes. It was...most educational."