Shtriga Supernatural Novels & Stories

It was a messy process. Cleaning up a city that had transitioned from a high-tech nightmare to a supernatural war zone isn't something you do with a few brooms and a 'Can-Do' attitude. But people were trying. The “trance“ victims... the ones who hadn't been killed during the chaos... were back to their lives though most of them were in therapy. The news was a constant stream of “Wanted“ posters. Gerald Stormclaw and Victoria Boyega were officially the nation’s most hated people. Peter Grimlow was a ghost.. a name whispered in conspiracy theories.

The Vigil of the Bound Spirits was one of the manor’s most ancient and rarely performed ceremonies, held only when the solstice reached its deepest hour. In the vast subterranean Spirit Vault beneath the heart-grove, guests stood in a wide circle around a glowing pool of liquid starlight. The walls came alive with ethereal figures — not just the original winter spirit who had forged the first pact, but her sister-spirits: the Whispering Veil (guardian of secrets), the Crimson Flame (embodiment of forbidden desire), and the Silver Chain (binder of broken promises). Their luminous forms danced across the stone, whispering ancient truths and mirroring the sins of those who watched.

Stacy simply nodded and began the drive back to the Pack house, the place where she would get to see him again, that crazy Demon that she couldn’t help but love. Dominic and Stacy returned to find Grace, the doctor who performed autopsies on Nick and Diane after they were killed, Stacy was actually happy to see her, in the months since the battle Grace and Stacy had become friends, even going to the local Preter club together so Stacy could relax and Grace could feed, Grace is a Succubus, she feeds on sexual energy and desire, where better to feed than a club filled with horny Preternatural? “Grace!” Stacy exclaimed as she was pulled into an embrace, Grace’s heart was pounding in her chest a

Briar babbled. “Briar, you are a rare, special person with an important destiny. Your parents never mentioned this at any point while you were growing up?” Misha asked again. ‘Got cha!’ Misha thought, slamming the trap shut. “Briar, do you believe in the supernatural?” she asked. “Supernatural? Like vampires, ghosts, and werewolves? That kind of supernatural?” Briar asked, getting annoyed with the game of do you believe. “Werewolves are real, ancient, and lethal.” She started, but Briar cut her off.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Nothing prepared me for the scream that left the lips of Ithra when Shilhi stabbed her in the stomach with the knife. “NO!” I yelled, watching blood pour out from her guts. Shilhi smiled. I could tell she loved the devastated look on my face because she did it again. Stabbing Ithra several times in different spots, leaving her dripping blood and gasping for breath. “Please! Enough, no more, please.” I begged, crawling forward with a hand on my chest. “No more? Why?” Shilhi feigned concern, “But we were only getting started. She wouldn’t die. At least not yet. She’s a hybrid now, remember? So she has super healing abilities. No need to be scared. Okay?”

Her journey had been fraught with challenges and sacrifices, but she had embraced them willingly, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Within the hallowed halls of the Violet Moon Occult, Sasha had found a community of like-minded individuals, bound together by their shared fascination with the supernatural. Together, they had embarked on countless rituals, conducted intricate spells, and exchanged esoteric wisdom, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

"We don't abandon each other." The hunters shoved me to my knees beside the glass chamber. Vale circled us slowly, speaking into her microphone for the cameras and the livestream audience. "Here we have two examples of supernatural corruption. Sarah Chen, a fire-wielder who has concealed her abilities from society. And Maya Cross, the White Luna, capable of destruction on a scale we've never seen." She paused dramatically. "Today, we show the world what happens to those who threaten human safety." I managed to inch closer to Sarah's chamber. The silver shackles made my wrists throb with pain, but I pushed through it. When I was close enough, I whispered so only she could hear.

Her face was grim, almost frightened. “We’ve discovered the motive for Saoirse’s abduction,” she said. “The Rejected Witches serve their master—Vlad Streavorg. Ancient. Many believed him a myth. But from Pietr’s description… he is real. Darkness itself.” My gut turned to ice. “Your children are the only ones who can destroy him,” she continued. “But the prophecy also warns—if Streavorg sires a child with the same mother, a son born of darkness, he could undo them.”

Therefore, they asked Mama to come and check there. While living with Brigitta, she always talked about her exciting experiences travelling around the world to become a 'healer'. Even though I knew Brigitta never really revealed her identity as a shadow creature hunter. The human race also realized that they did not live alone in this world. For things that are strange and cannot be explained logically, they will start looking for a solution by calling healers – people with supernatural abilities who can see invisible creatures. "Mama, what are we going to do here? This place is scary."