Samuel Colt Supernatural Novels & Stories

He called him again. "Yes pup". "You said your mother had super natural powers. Do you have too"? He asked the question that was clicking in his mind. "Well we all have. For instance Enzo can cast a spell. Saint, can put someone to sleep. Max can read minds. He knows what’s going on in other people's minds. Zee is a calamative. Like if you are panicking or upset, just look at him and you will feel at ease". He told him.

Seeing that, I habitually hesitated; the clean-freak in me screamed not to touch him under such disgusting circumstances. The live stream had only been running for several minutes. Samantha's drone was still perched on the rusted beams of the factory, but the audio connection had long since been cut off. On the dark web, the netizens were going wild in the chat. "Who the hell is that guy? Did he just fire a gun?" "Whoa, he has such a terrifying presence!" "Samantha seems scared of him. Did she address him as 'Captain' just now?"

"Humph, brat, didn't anyone tell you that no matter how powerful a spell is, if it can't be done in time and fast, it will let the enemy attack your life gate at will? If your enemy teaches you on the spot, then your ending can only be one." "Die!" As soon as he finished speaking, the mercury man and the Dewdrop smiled at the same time. The next second, two figures rushed toward Samuel at the same time. At this time, Samuel's wolf-like deep eyes burst out with joy. "I am waiting for your two old bald asses to attack." Samuel coldly laughed as his hand suddenly moved. "Soul Devouring Dream!!!" With Samuel's shout, the cyan light around Samuel suddenly stopped. The next second, it directly exp

Colt said, glancing at Lilith's face, "Sleep now. I'll stay here, at your side." After that, Old Neutero approached them and stood straight beside Colt, holding a glass and a wooden knife. Colt promptly snatched it from Old Neutero. He then sliced his own palm, allowing blood to run through the glass. He then took it and gave it to Lilith, who drank his own blood.

Not even the Cobalt Dragon would be able to challenge him. Ted's body lay lifeless on the ground. Danny, filled with pain and despair, begged Henry, "Mr. Truman, please save Chapman Legacy." Henry smiled bitterly. He could not even stabilize his own vital energy. "Please, I beg you! "Samuel is a madman who survives by consuming our disciples' blood and vital energy. If he's not stopped, he'll be a disaster for everyone. If you can kill him, I'll make Fred the leader, and Chapman Legacy will follow you."

She set it down on the table between us but didn’t open it yet. “Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Cole,” Harrington said, sitting down across from me. Santos remained standing, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with those sharp eyes. “Of course.” “We’d like to ask you some questions about Samuel Taylor.” I nodded. “Okay.” Harrington opened the folder. Pulled out a stack of photos. Placed them on the table one by one, facing me. The first one made my stomach drop. Sam. Lying on the ground in his backyard. Blood pooled around him. His shirt torn. His face turned to the side, eyes open, staring at nothing. Dead.

Red was looking at him as if he had grown two horns and then she said,” why are you telling the stories of your sexual exploits with a vampire woman?” “Maybe I wanted you to know that all kinds of supernatural creatures are there and we are all not as bad as you think we are,” said Samuel and Red scoffed and said,” Are you going to tell me that you can read my mind now?” “Maybe I want to make sure that you know that what you are up against and make you aware about it,” said Samuel with a cocky grin and Red looked at him in shock.

Samuel had a deadline of less than 48 hours to make sure Emile's face doesn't see the light of day. Six months ago from the current time-line, Samuel finished his studies at Flemond University. He worked part time at Galaxy Tech Lane, the company which Warren owned previously. However, a certain incident occurred and Samuel was forced to attend work less frequently. He was training to be a sniper, while also learning the art of cultivation. What drove him to do that was so strong, that Samuel didn't think twice about going down the dark path. Then three months ago, he vanished entirely from the face of the earth, until he finally resurfaced with the assassination plot of a certain royal of t

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Dragging Sam, she kicked open the church door with one foot and raced inside. “DON’T MOVE!” Samantha shrieked. Samantha stood there, in the aisle of the King’s Chapel, holding Sam hostage with her left arm, and pointing the gun at his temple with her right. Samantha looked up and saw that girl—Caitlin—standing at the top of the pulpit, holding the sword. Her sword. The sword she needed. Off to the side, she saw that other vampire. That traitor to her coven. Caleb.