Romans & histoires Simon Said Supernatural

I inadvertently called in shock as he joined my Grandfather by his side with a stern look. "What did you do to him? Did you brainwash him?! He's innocent, let him go!" I yelled, struggling vehemently against the chair which successfully held me down. I paused as the old man burst into a mocking laughter. "You wanted to know how you are here right?" I gulped down my saliva. "It wouldn't have been possible without Simon here. Simon is a spy. He's been watching your every move since the day you left this household. Simon here is a Hunter, he's your cousin. Although he isn't as ruthless or strong as you, he's a genius like me."

Zoe I blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing the

Drake and Lyca, their two comrades, were already there, their faces etched with grim determination. “We have them," Lady Susan announced, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. She held up three gleaming stones, their surfaces pulsating with otherworldly energy. Drake and Lyca's eyes widened in recognition. "The stone spirits of the werewolf god supreme," Drake breathed, his voice filled with awe. With reverence, they placed the stones on a pedestal before a massive statue, its towering form adorned with twelve piercing eyes. The stones emitted a blinding flash of light, momentarily illuminating the hideout with an ethereal glow.

And the fact that belief in the supernatural and paranormal also means a belief in a Spiritual Creator/Father. So from the Supernatural Spa, this is The Diwata saying goodnight and hope to see you again soon.

Simon drifted through the house, lights off, footsteps soft. Every room still carried her—her laugh in the hallway, her scent on the couch. He pressed his palm to his face, exhaled, and tried to shake her out of his head. His phone vibrated. Unknown number. He frowned and answered. “Hello? Who’s this?” “Damon.” Simon straightened. “Why the fuck are you calling me?” A pause. “Trust me, it’s not my pleasure either.”

As soon as Simeon shouted, the communication pendant in his hand burst into countless specks of light and dispersed into the air. Then, these lights quickly coalesced into a phantom figure in midair. The figure appeared to be a short man clad in black robes who looked around to be fifty years old with dark demonic energy swirling around him. Severin remarked with surprise, "A supreme paragon protective charm?" He had thought Simeon had merely infiltrated the Darkness Scared Land, but it turned out he had also obtained the tutelage of a level eight supreme paragon.

Simon heard the closing of the door after which his mother, along with his uncle had been dragged out of the inner circle and everything around him seem to slow down. He stood there, reflecting on it all, and then he looked at Elder Samuel when he said to him; “Simone committed a grave sin this time. How are you going to deal with her?”

"The reason I teamed up with Rhein is that I'm the ugliest in the family and the most with the least authority. I was just too angry... I wanted the master of the family to prove myself, and Rhein said he could help me. He told me that the Turmann family has lost the government's trust, and then he would connect me to the Intercontinental Party and then allow me to take over the role of the patriarch from the one that is distrusted..." Simon was scared out of his wits and told them everything. When Nicole heard it, she knew it went the way she had guessed. The moment Simon spoke about that terrifying monster, his entire person shuddered. Nicole was sure he was not lying, so she asked. "Do yo

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

A long silver blade sticking out the back of her head with flames pouring out of it 'The artifact!' Cinnabar howled in approval. Excitement filled us as we wondered if it was Eloise who had managed to escape and take down the witch somehow. Deathly pale skin and white locks greeted us as Simon emerged from the shadows looking around on high alert. He was in a tattered pair of jeans and a shirt that was soaked in blood, along with his arms.