Simon Said Supernatural Novels & Stories

Lovie's point was noted and all was able to work accordingly even when the plan was about to fall out but we still used our intelligence to cover that up. ********( Simon residence) " What a nice time and day to enjoy myself" Simon stood outside the pack house with a smile in him and still his evil thoughts within me. He just looked honest and nice from his physical appearance but within him his a killer and destroyer of life. His hobby was killing and he hated peace in any single person life. He is a blood-sucking demon he uses female and male blood to bathe and enjoy then scream for their life. His phone buzzed right from his pocket then he dipped his hand into it with a smile and brought

I could feel a growl about to escape his throat, and I knew I needed to interrupt him. "What are you doing here?" I asked Simon, who served as the butler of the mansion. It was too late when I realized I asked him not in a demon tongue. Simon was checking my whole body, and I knew I might get scolded by Adan for going out wearing something like this, but he should know demons were sexual beings. Even with clothes, they would still be lusting over the she-demons in front of them. "Eyes up!" I hissed at Simon when he didn’t answer my question.

A man of steel who had seen rough waves. He turned to me and smiled. “This is Assistant Superintendent Wong. She leads the police team who is assisting us with the search operation.” The lady police officer rolled her eyes over to me and then looked at the Colonel. “How is he going to help you? Help us?” Her thoughtful questions had the Colonel mellowing his voice. “He has the powers to communicate with supernatural entities. He has a track record. I’m sure he can help us.” She must have been quite the character to humble a seasoned Army Officer.

Their power was such that, with a weapon in hand, enemies became nonexistent. Aria eyed the abnormalities, then glanced at Simon. "Can you handle this?" Simon replied flatly, "It doesn't affect me, but you might be vulnerable. Humans have their seven deadly sins. I'm sure you have a weakness. If your dark side surfaces, nobody will leave this manifestation alive."

My expression remained rather calm. I struck a never with my words as Harry shook and pummeled me with his anger. But the sight of his father brought him to a calm. "I see that you are already getting to know Prince Damon. He's one of the finest in the supernatural world and soon, you would be having personal training with him!" He almost let the sneer slip through. His knuckles squeezed so tightly until they burst white. "It would indeed to an honor to learn under him!" Only I could sense the deep-rooted hate in his voice.

I asked when he didn’t stop laughing quietly at what I had just explained. "That's not it. I do believe you did that. What I don't believe is the fact that you chose to trust Ezekiel, who was hellbent on having you back to himself, just to make you his exclusive property," Simon said while I kept trying to unfold what his words truly meant. He had to break it down himself. "I didn’t get missing. I was kidnapped. I registered those faces in my memory, and I've seen them in this pack already," Simon said, and now I was starting to pick a point from his words.

And I asked him something he had never expected. “Did your wife get a proper burial? Is her soul free?” “Y-yes.” “What about the soul of your child?” Jack’s look became haunted, and I gave him a knowing nod. “If you’d like, we could visit the graveyard. I’ll check.” He believed me. Back then, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had inherited that ability from the demon. They can be demonically persuasive if they want something. “Who are you to check that?” “Alex.” “I know that—” "...already. Yes. Alexander Leonard Radenor.”

“They never left you. Even after his body was taken back by the Earth his spirit stayed to watch over you.” "Earth did what now? Is that what you all call a funeral here where they are put in a casket and buried?” He shook his head. “You all did bury your parents on earth, but we got their bodies back per our treaty with the humans. We have our own way of doing things for each supernatural species.” “What did you do with my mother’s body?" Feeling a bit out of control I slid down the front of the chair and latched onto Freya. She knew what to do instantly. She climbed over my lap and laid down putting her weight on me. She was used to these anxiety attacks.

I was about to wave down a cab when I froze. There he was. Shayne. Lurking under a streetlight like some tragic ghost. His shadow dragged across the pavement, and honestly? He looked wrecked. Bloodshot eyes, patchy stubble, shirt so wrinkled it could've walked itself to the laundry. He just stared at me, all sad and broken, but didn't say a word. I frowned. "What do you want?" His throat worked, voice rough like gravel. "All this time, I've been watching you."

It sobered me up in an instant. I mumbled an apology, trying to pull away from the man's trench coat, my eyes dropping to his wrist. The watch he wore looked oddly familiar. A rare edition, limited worldwide. Even Charles couldn't get his hands on one. "Sorry. I'm so sorry," I said again. I knew who he was. I didn't look up. Didn't need to. "Your hand is bleeding," he said, his voice low, textured with something like exhaustion. "It's nothing."