Shtriga Supernatural Novels & Stories

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

I blinked, taking in my new surroundings—a dimly lit room adorned with ancient symbols and mystical artifacts. Shakira stood beside me, her presence grounding me in this unfamiliar place. Her eyes shone with determination as she looked at me. Shakira's gaze locked with mine, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of determination and concern. "Ethan," she began, her voice steady yet filled with gravity, "we have crossed into a land inhabited by the most deadly and formidable werewolves in the country. This is their domain, and they have long guarded the secrets that Scarlett has manipulated for her own gain."

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

I just wish he’d drop the romantic shit, offering to ‘run away together’, claiming he wants to know me better, the real me, that no one else sees… I block it from my mind and stomp over to the stairwell in a clamor of heavy steps and slamming doors. It’s the opposite of caution, yeah, I know. Maybe I’m just feeling unhinged, a little fucking self-destructive, but I can already tell there ain’t no Striga still at rest here. They ain’t curled up in the ceiling corners of some other suite. That entire flock of Striga hightailed it out of here an hour before sunrise, returning to their master. They were definitely summoned, but was Christian their target, or did they come here hungry for flesh f

~ Gabriel ~ Leaving the werewolf world was the hardest decision I had ever made, but it was something I owed to the past. For twenty-six years, I had never seen my biological human mother. I didn’t blame her for abandoning me. How could I? Nearly thirty years ago, she fell in love with a werewolf. She was brave enough to leave the human world and follow him to meet his people, hoping they would build a future together. But that dream was destroyed. A cruel monster named Lucious killed her fiancé right before her eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, he forced himself on her, and I was the child born from that terrible crime.

Her smile faded, replaced by something colder, something that looked almost like pity. "She is not here," she said. "She never was." Theron's blood turned to ice. His claws dug into his palms, drawing blood that dripped onto the black stone floor. "The watchers do not want her," Sigrid continued, rising from the throne. Her crown pulsed with dark light, and the shadows on the walls seemed to lean toward her. "They cannot touch her. The shadow in her blood protects her. It makes her one of them, in a way—a creature of the in-between. But you—" She stepped down from the platform, her bare feet silent on the stone. "You are just a wolf. A strong wolf, yes. A devoted wolf. But mortal. And the wa

The outcome of this supernatural clash would shape the future of Athens – a city at the crossroads of mortal and otherworldly destinies. Amidst the swirling chaos of the supernatural clash in the throne room, Maximus found himself locked in a dance with forces that transcended the mortal realm. The ethereal entities – Umbra, Ignis, and Fulgur – continued their relentless assault, each element vying to subdue the indomitable spirit of the slave turned rebel. Maximus, drawing upon an internal reservoir of strength, deftly maneuvered through the onslaught. His movements, guided by a connection to an unseen power, became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit against the forces of the

They continued to build upon the foundations laid by their forebears, pushing the boundaries of collaboration between supernaturals and humans even further. One such descendant, Seraphina, possessed a unique blend of werewolf and witch heritage. Growing up in a world where supernaturals and humans were allies, she found herself drawn to the pursuit of knowledge and adventure. Seraphina harbored a deep passion for archaeology, driven by a desire to uncover ancient artifacts and uncover the untold stories of her ancestors.

And surprisingly Stella also had a dagger through her back as suddenly black blood flowed from both their mouths. "You can't kill me, I am an immortal" Greg managed to speak as he knelt down groaning in pain. Stella had already slumped on the ground as her body started disintegrating. "What did you do to her?" Greg asked surprised at what was happening to Stella. "I know immortals like you can't die. That dagger is not meant to kill you but meant to seal you. It's sending you straight to Perguratory, where devil's like you belong" Sarraphina replied as she thrusted the knife deeper into his back as black blood spilled out. His body started disintegrating from his thumb upwards.

Stella gritted her teeth, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly. "So what? Maybe you're the one who killed him and stole the gold." "I read that body too." I lowered my gun, walked toward Stella under the protection of two tactical officers, and stared directly into her eyes. "In the vision, I saw the person who smothered him. "There was a long, very distinctive scar on their left wrist. A burn scar caused by highly concentrated sulfuric acid." I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat.