Samuel Colt Supernatural Novels & Stories

I endured the pain and pleaded, "Samuel! Save our child! The baby is dying!" I forced myself to keep my voice steady so that I could say the words loud and clear, but Samuel only moved farther and farther away, his attention solely on my eyeballs. He murmured to himself. "Daeleen loves roses, so I'll get a crystal box and fill it with roses before placing the eyeballs inside. She's going to love it! For now, I need to get my hands on some formalin to preserve them." When I could no longer hear his voice, my hand finally fell to the ground with a thud. Samuel was not always like that. Before he became a Capo, he was just an illegitimate son of the Sterling family, working as a low-ranking Sol

Damien uttered with a note of surety, just as if he read it nakedly from Colt’s eyes. The latter nodded shortly before tearing his eyes away. “Yes,” he breathed out. “Although I worry we may have a little problem because this fugitive Vampire is also rumored to be carnivorous.” Colt’s lean figure wavered a little before he turned around and placed his palm on Damien’s left shoulder. “The spell on you may have been broken but still it has trivial potency, which messes with your temperament and emotions for some time. It could contradict your natural attitude or do the opposite, so please just ignore whatever Rhyder tells you during the journey,” He told Damien and patted strongly on the other

Sam emerged from the spiritual energy now with his new arsenal granted to him by a mysterious on looken. Shirley stood up startle dby the young voodooist new weapons with her attention mostly centered on his staff. “The haunted Orphan?” Shirley questioned. That’s impossible. “Is that what this is called?” Sam asked. While look into the yes of the skull. The empty sockets glew green as Sam’s pupils did the same, attering his demeanor in the process to a more vulgar tone. “Let’s paint this garbage ass apartment with your blood, plant bitch. Sam said with a sinister smile.

Cath said to them which got them confused again. " Yes, and this time, it has nothing to do with your birthday day. He didn't sacrifice me because I am human". Cath said to them. " What did you mean?. Are you trying to say those he had sacrificed were supernatural beings?". Dave asked. " Yes, some are and some are not but kind of connected to a supernatural being. When I checked their records again, I did some background checks on them all. They were all white witches". Cath said to them " White witch?". Susannah asked.

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

He spits blood and kneels down. "No! Your majesty!" Aristo runs towards him and hugs Alfonso when he fainted. He tried to cure its wound but he can't. "Socrates can have the princess now..." The girl laughs loudly and she opens more portal and a lot of Level D's a came out. "Let's get out of here now!" Aitan said then when they were about to go, something came down from the sky. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still eating with Ginger when stops because she smells something. Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell.

The man scrambled away, stammering apologies, and practically fled to the other side of the club. Sam's gaze returned to me, a daring eyebrow raised. "Is that..?" Dante asked me, leaning close to my ear. "Yes." I replied quietly, noticing the dangerous glint in Sam's eyes as he looked at Dante. "Adrian told us that Satan was banished from the human realm." Dante said, his hand still on my shoulder. "Sam doesn’t care about rules or bans. He makes his own." I explained, feeling my lips go dry. Sam lifted his glass, a crystal tumbler filled with a dark liquid, and took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving mine. There were bloodstains on his hands and clothes, and the mad look in his eyes told me

It is calm and gentle but its nature changes quickly. They feel a surge of energy leaving their body. The spell drains them as Mary’s incantations deafen their ears. A bolt of lightning flashes in the sky. “…you will lose your immortality,” the words ring in Samuel’s ears. A white light hits Samuel like a bolt of lightning. A strange voice whispers to him, “What will you give me to see her again?”. “What do you want?” Samuel asks, “Give me that which makes you invulnerable. Give me your immortality,” the strange voice says.

Taking shape. And they all watched, none of them doing anything as it morphed into what distinctively resembled a Supernatural form. Two arms, two feet and a torso, but it looked unnatural. A freak of everything Supernatural. “Hale do you see this?” Snow asked a hand on his ear. “I do your highness” he replied. “Hold position” he said removing his finger. The things began to make some noise and then they were in motion. There were moving, towards them.

I asked. " Power, their wolf gets stronger, they know we believe there's going to be an awakening of the Supernaturals again, and they want to have one before it happens " I was silent for a while before I finally spoke up. " Do you think Tristan knew about me? I didn't have the mark until the blood moon night" " A supernatural with a blood moon lightning is a born leader, we've never had one before and maybe that's why he kept you " " For what? Tristan is already an alpha"