Novel & Cerita Sid Roth's It's Supernatural

“First, she's not a demon that I need. The people who called her up should handle it on their own. Second, I'm the demon general. Do you think a demon like me needs humanity?” Roxanne felt that she could not refute Egan, so she kept quiet and looked at him with hateful eyes. The drawing of the demon eye suddenly emitted a red light. It wanted to suck Roxanne's soul into the painting. After that, Mrs. Dieter would take Roxanne's body and come back to life.

Bob just scoffed and mumbled sarcastically that they are currently at the Afterlife. Suyi chuckled and made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. “Did you save me from that beast?” she asked while she chopped ingredients for their meal. Although they are now souls, or undead beings, they still feel human emotions like starving, sadness, etc. “I don’t know, maybe the beast spared you” “Seriously Bob, did you? Whether you did it or not, I am still thankful.” she said as she turned her head towards him and smiled brightly, she was not yet done with her mission, and it was not yet time for her soul to vanish.

I blasted the heater, shivers not only coming from the cold outside. “Crap- Corpseboy really does exist,” I murmured forlornly. Fatigue alone wouldn't have sent Rocco face-down into the dirt- sure, I could have hallucinated the whole episode with Corpseboy in the parking lot, but my knocked out friend was a testament to supernatural involvement. Nothing in the earthly plane could knock Morocco out, neither fatigue nor a well-aimed punch, which he could all too easily deflect. No, the only answer was preternatural interference- Samael's grubby fingerprints were stamped all over this.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

There was a tiny path leading to their home, much like a footpath. Because I didn't want anyone to call me, I strode very fast to the gate to escape them. Grandma always wanted to know where everyone was going. I don't mean to sound disrespectful but man, she had her nose on everybody else's business. Immediately I was out of the compound I began walking normally, singing some song I can't even recall well right now. My mind was consumed by thoughts that I didn't pay much attention to what was happening around me. It was the strange sounds that brought me to my senses. The path seemed to be getting consumed by some strange light. The bushes around me came to a strong standstill, no swaying,

From that moment I forgot I was a supernatural being. I don't care about any stupid prophecy and I don't care about if Satan or whoever takes over this world. Being dead is more better than living hell life. If Satan kills me I won't try to defeat myself or oppose him, I will let him do whatever he wants so I could join my family in heaven. Ronix too forgot that he is a supernatural being. He is aware of that but has never been interested in old folk stories. He is only five years kid when all this happens so he didn't remember much. All he knows is me, he respects and loved me like I am his father.

Not worrying about my life. I sit on my bed again and recall everything that happened. I don’t know what is happening to me but I know that it connects in me. Maybe it was a vision. Maybe God gave me a gift after I came back from hell and maybe there will be a time that Devon and his friend will meet an accident and that is what I saw a while ago. It sounds weird but it happened because I believe that some people have that gift. They have the ability to know and see danger and death. They can see

◦•●◉✿Some wounds cannot seen, But feel ✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 It's already past the Evening. 7 PM at night. I stood outside my house, I know what is already waiting for me. I took a deep breathe and press the door bell. My heart thumped ever so loudly in my chest that I would heard it in my ear, felt it in my bones. Door swing open revealing my younger Brother. 𝗔𝘆𝘂𝘀𝗵

The necromancer's voice, with its haunting melody of ancient tongues, reverberated through the chamber. The woman's eyes widened in fear, and her heart raced as a gentle vibration coursed through Lilith’s veins. The room fell silent, as if waiting. With a single word, the necromancer's hand gently lowered to rest over Roxanne. Lilith stopped shaking, she went limp again and the woman bit her bottom lip nervously. Then, like a soft whisper, Roxanne took a tremulous breath! The woman almost shrieked. Yes, she had heard about the necromancer and the miracles of how she had brought many children to life but this was the first time she was witnessing it.

"No, I'm not interested in your horseshit!" An invisible force pulled me back into the toilet and the door slammed shut. I took in a shaky breath, my heart ramming in my chest "Can you just listen!" Roxie snapped, hands in her pocket signalling impatience. "That day at the library we released a nightmare Spirit." Brea explained "And it's attached to you, it's feeding off your energy." I was so mad, I was literally seeing red "Well that wouldn't have happened if you had just listened to me."