Samhain Supernatural Novels & Stories

”Your life,as well as Ethan’s,is in mortal danger. “Oh God!”Beth rasped again.”What do you mean?”She gripped the banister ever so tighter,until her hand hurt from holding on.She felt faint and nauseous. Against all probability,she was having a conversation with a woman,dead for hundreds of years. “You must listen carefully Beth,”Lady Katherine continued.”A dark spirit seeks to end your lives and she will not stop until she has succeeded in her task,until you and Ethan are both dead.” “How do you know this?”Beth asked,frantically.”Answer me!Please!” “Because the very spirit seeking to take your lives,is the one who took mine.”

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

*** (Him) In the dark, overwhelming shadows, glided a figure in a black robe, his golden eyes rimmed with blood red as he watched Rory walking together with the hidden angel. He saw as the girl looked smilingly and his heart burned. Blight! Here was the destiny, falling in place. Like a long lost puzzle coming together, it was all coming together, finally. Samhain. Samhain is a festival marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker-half" of the year. Darker half of the year would be when his war for darkness, for blood would start. The devil demanded loyalty and success and success, he would offer.

** My hands were firm on the steering wheel as Mikael and I journeyed through the darkened road. It had been one hour of us in the car, the city turning into country and the road transitioning into dirt and moist earth beneath my car's wheels. We kept conversation minimal the first hour because we were both nervous. Mikael, however, was more anxious than I was. He had never been to the Bayou of the Shunned, but like everyone else, had heard tales about the cursed swamp and the witch that ruled over it as its Supreme Sorceress. Sajida was the bedtime story mambos and houngans told their kids about to keep them in line; in the black community, Sajida was "that" woman that the children of voodo

“I told you, at the Pumpkin Park on Saturday by some creepy guy in a hood!” “Who you say is dead now.” “Exactly!” “And you just thought, ‘hey, I should take a book from a dead guy’ whose body just happened to vanish right in front of you!” “Oh, well you're not the one who was being terrorised by a fucking pumpkin...!” Jake felt the book stir in his hand. He held it out and watched the symbol on the cover begin to glow. “Still think it's a prank?” Jake went on, “why does it have a pentagram symbol on it, though?”

The very sight of bugs disgusts her that she could sometimes feel her skin crawl, especially now that their sizes are a few times bigger than how they look whilst she was still in the human realms. Looking at the peaceful scenery before her, Suyi could only lightly breath and enjoy the soft wind. Weirdly enough although she was now a transparent soul, she could still feel things that humans and creatures that had flesh could feel. She could breath and do things that humans can. It was said that if she goes down to the Human Realms, no one will be able to tell that she was there except those who had special abilities like ghost fighters, masters of arts, etc. She could even kill a person ther

Gabe murmured, unable even to understand what he was saying. With Gabe still staring at her bewildered, Alexa blurted, “It’s the headless horseman.” She sighed at Gabe, who kept staring at her as if she didn’t comprehend a word she said. “You know Death. From the folklore. That’s the dude attacking the pack.” Alexa summarized her knowledge of the supernatural, occult, and folklore as follows: “His name is Abraham Van Brunt. He is a revenant.

I cut right to the heart of it. “Yes, Mister McCabe. As a member of TMA, I am one of many in the UK following the assignment as Alec D’Amore outlined.” Scrivens nodded. “When an orphaned supernatural, even a half breed…” he started to explain but was cut off by the nearly inhuman growl from Hana. “If you follow the words of Alec D’Amore, you will drop that term from your vocabulary before one of his children, such as Katrina D’Amore, darkens your door.” Hana glared at him, her aura starting to fill the room.

“You have walked in arrogance, in pride, in denial of what is required of you. And now the Highest Stakes demand your attention.” Samuel’s claws flexed, tensing at the raw power emanating from the ghostly figure. It was Richard Stain—or rather, a manifestation of him, channeled through a dark shaman whose body trembled and contorted, eyes rolled back, veins blackened with shadow. “You…” Samuel said, trying to steady his voice. “You’re not alive.” “Alive?” The voice hissed, echoing unnaturally through the broken hall. “Alive is a trivial word for those who have forsaken the bloodline, who have ignored the legacy entrusted to them. I am beyond life, Samuel. I am vengeance. I am warning. I am t

"Sethians claimed that they were 'guiding' supernaturals, but in reality, they were harassing them, even extorting them for money and favors. Many supernatural families hid from the Nasaru, hoping for a better life for their children. Other supernaturals worked to expose sethian corruption." Caroline's eyes were hollow, as if she were reliving everything that Iosefa described. "The SSA," continued Iosefa, "the Supernatural Security Agency, hunted down rebel supernaturals and eradicated them as examples to other hidden communities, hoping to motivate supernaturals to register on their own." "That's why they attacked your encampment?" I asked, looking at Caroline.