Shtriga Supernatural Novels & Stories

“No one jokes with a straight face like that.” His gaze shifted to Damon. “Can you explain it more? I would like to know what Stacy is hiding from me.” Noah’s query brought a victorious smirk to Damon’s face. He began, his voice smooth with satisfaction. “As I said before, Stacy isn’t a simple human like you. She is part of the supernatural world. A shifter, who can turn into a wolf. A strong, powerful creature.” “Stop it!” Stacy gasped, her breath hitching violently. “Just stop it!”

I always knew that the supernaturals were much more than the ones based in New York, but I didn’t know they are that scattered around the world, and considering that supernatural beings make up half the population in New York, It means that it can be the same everywhere else. “Okay, what’s the status so far?” I ask, looking at dead souls in a fierce battle with the werewolves and I desperately try to find Noah in the crowd. “They are not as formidable singly, decapitation puts them down permanently, anything besides that and they’ll heal again. But just as they are taken down, they keep increasing in hundreds making it difficult to manage their number,” another witch, Trina says before mumbl

He knew it was coming, a tempest of unprecedented power, conjured by the dark magic of his estranged sister, Lyca, the fallen princess of the Werewolf Water Nation. Lyca, once a symbol of hope and unity for her people, had been corrupted by the insidious influence of the Werewolf God Destroyer, an ancient entity that sought to plunge the world into chaos. Now, she was a pawn in the Destroyer's grand scheme, wielding her mastery of the waves to wreak havoc upon the land.

She didn’t trust her voice not to give away her fear anymore than she probably was doing. “We know you’re probably terrified right now but we promise we are not here to hurt you.” Sierra carried on when it was clear that Chloe wasn’t going to freely talk to them. “In fact, we’re here to try and help. Have you ever heard of the International Committee for Supernaturals?” Chloe shook her head again.

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

And without another word, she turned and disappeared into the trees. I stood there motionless for a second. It was now dark and Atlas and I needed to get home before any other creatures decided to target us. I nodded at Atlas, signalling my command for him to shift. My large white wolf tore out of me, relived to be let out after being made so angry and frustrated by the encounter with the seer. I raced through the night, closely followed by Atlas's black wolf who I could tell was also happy to be released. I went over the seer’s words in my head. Hybrids were very rare as the races of supernatural beings hated each other. If hybrids did occur, they were outcasts and viewed as the lowest of t

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

The Crimson Strike Guild was notorious for their ruthlessness and ability to infiltrate even the most secure places. “There is a target that I need alive and in my possession. She is part of the Nightshade pack. They have a multitude of supernatural species that reside there. My sources mention wolf-shifters, sphinxes, Celestials, sirens, witches, and even more. I want us to join forces to bring the pack to its knees. You’ll be rewarded handsomely. Name your price. You’ll also get pick of their pack members.”

Laughter rang out from the cultists. “You do not understand,” the woman said. “This bond you cling to—it was forged in rebellion. It limits you. The Seraphim offer freedom.” Kaelen stepped forward. “You’re raising a monster.” “No,” she said. “I am the monster.” Then she lifted her hands—and the shadows came alive. Wraiths burst from the walls, screeching as they descended upon the strike team. Aria spun, slashing through one with her moonsteel blade. Varek fought back-to-back with her, each strike precise, devastating. Kaelen conjured flame from his gauntlets, lighting the chamber like a furnace.

he hissed. Suddenly, the ground beneath them shook violently. The rift exploded in a blinding surge of light, the blue flames bursting upward like a furious storm. Saraphina shielded her eyes, feeling the raw power ripple through her like an electric shock. The monster crouched nearby, a grotesque shadow against the flickering blue light, its limbs unnaturally long, claws digging into the cracked earth. Its low growl reverberated through the air, a chilling promise of destruction. The creature’s twisted form was a blight on the land, born of darkness and rage, yet somehow tethered to the bloodline Saraphina had sworn to protect.