Sid Roth's It's Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Didn’t realize you’re afraid of ghosts, Moss.” “I’m not!” Moss was so defensive on his reply and Hent completed processing, she craned her neck to looked at the big man who was standing near the door. “Yes, I can also sense the spirit living in here, Moss.” Blanche and Rat looked at Hent. “See?” Moss said, pointing at her. “She’s just kidding, Moss,” Blanche said, she stood and walked in front of the table, she crosses her arms, not leaving her stare on Hent.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

ROSE Rum quickly searched the second scroll he’d picked up earlier while he explained, ‘I remember reading it. The dark whims must’ve struck a deal with my uncle.’ A deal? I arrived beside him, watching his finger scroll across the page. ‘Like a contract?’ ‘Yes!’ Rum unrolled some more and scanned the paragraphs. ‘I remember reading it… it must be here somewhere….’ ‘Kinda like the Ghostrider.’ I still feel surreal about the idea. ‘Or Doctor what’s his name, who made a pact with the devil and sold their souls for something—that kind of deal?’

‘She could be identical to my mother Visenna if not for the fading scar in her neck…’ Rozelyn thought. The woman tightened her black choker that has triquetra as its lavaliere before speaking, “I am Rosette Richards. The supreme of the English coven.” She then extended her right hand for a gesture of a handshake—a respectful way of introducing one’s self to a fellow vampire.

I replied, taking a step back, "but I'd rather take my chances than trust you." He lunged forward, his hand reaching for my throat. Time seemed to slow as I braced myself, but before his fingers could close around my neck, a blur of motion intercepted him. A powerful figure collided with Astaroth, sending him crashing to the ground. The impact shook the chamber, dust raining down from the ceiling. I blinked, heart racing, as the blur resolved into a massive wolf with fur as brown as mud—Rolo. Inside my mind, Sage erupted with excitement, her voice echoing loudly.

It was something that looked like a USB drive. The leader of the group stepped on Kaycee’s face. "How dare you record us without our consent?" Another boy started pulling at my clothes. "We’re going to fuck your girlfriend right in front of you today. Let’s see if you dare stop us." Kaycee looked at me in despair. "She’s not my girlfriend. Please leave her alone..." The others shoved him toward the edge of the rooftop. Kaycee seemed to have put two and two together and moved closer to the edge on his own.

The conspiracy was clever, designed to exploit both human weakness and lingering supernatural energy, yet every subtle intervention he made reinforced ethical decision-making and moral responsibility. At one point, the supernatural remnants manifested directly in the main hall. A shadowy figure, fluid and malevolent, flickered with traces of Sipho’s essence. Its voice hissed through the room: You cannot control this. The empire and the mansion belong to darkness. Yield, and it will be easier.

Principal Fred added, gesturing them to move closer to him. "What's this?". Eddie asked curiously. "Book of the supernaturals. It has everything correlating about the supernatural beings and history of the past". Principal Fred answered them. "You guys said Devoe can't attack at night". Principal Fred said and the heroes answered positively. "I want to show you all something". Principal Fred said and opened the book to a page then pointed at a creature. " Wait, what's that?". Ella and Susannah asked "This is a chimera". Principal Fred said.

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

It's fight or flight, but I could not face that monster whom they say was my daughter I need to get away. I grabbed Matthew's hand and said to him, "Take me away from here." He was about to turn around when suddenly Hannah was behind me grabbing my neck from behind putting me into a sleeper hold. I was gasping for air, I can smell her rotten flesh and I can feel my neck starting to give out, when I heard strange latin sounding incantations from the priest and I felt a sting of pain as he sprinkle water on us. I felt Hannah's hold of me loosen and I fell, the sting of the water was burning through the flesh of my wounds.