Slash Fiction Supernatural Novels & Stories

Silas's crimson eyes surveyed the scene, searching for Chassy amidst the chaos of the battlefield. When his gaze finally landed on her, a surge of relief washed over him. Chassy, a formidable force of nature, fought with a ferocity that belied her Lycan nature. Her silver fur glistened in the moonlight, a testament to the strength she drew from the lunar goddess. Silas joined the fray, his movements a symphony of lethal precision. Vampires, sensing the arrival of another formidable opponent, redirected their attention to the approaching coven. The clash of species unfolded with a chaotic beauty, each movement a testament to the supernatural prowess of both wolves and vampires.

It felt good to talk to someone who understood her, and she knew she could count on Sara to support her no matter what. She finished her tea and went back to her laptop, determined to learn everything she could about the supernatural world. She searched through various forums and blogs, looking for any information that could help her. She read about how vampires and werewolves had been at war for centuries, and how their kind had evolved to become more powerful. As she scrolled through the pages, she came across an article that caught her attention. It was about a secret society of hunters who specialized in killing supernatural beings. They were known as the Order of the Phoenix, and they h

The City of Asgaphra was divided into two main parts, south of the Nanye River - where the people call the Old Quarter and north - a place mocked by magical creatures as the Blind Gathering. On one side were people who did not have magic. There are also some supernatural creatures mixed in, of course, but not many. Those supernatural creatures were always closely monitored by the City Council for fear that they would do something stupid and injure people in Blind Gathering who had no resistance. Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council.

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

Then the shadows began to slip through. Thin tendrils of smoke pushed past the light, curling through the air toward me. My breath caught as one brushed against my arm — ice-cold and electric all at once. The contact burned, even though it left no mark. I stumbled back, but there was nowhere to go. The world outside the barrier had become a storm of darkness. Shapes moved in every direction — demons devouring light, fae fighting and falling. The smell of smoke, sweat, and fear filled my lungs.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

So she grabbed the silver blade Lucian had given her earlier and drove it through the creature's skull, black blood spraying across her armor as it disintegrated to ash. "There are too many," she breathed. Dante roared and shifted to his wolf form, his red fur blazing like fire as he tore into the shadows, but these weren't normal shadow wolves, these were bigger and faster and their claws left trails of darkness in the air. "They're different," Zephyr shouted as he slashed at one with his silver blade, the wolf's chest opening but it kept coming anyway like it didn't feel pain. "They're not just corrupted," Lucian growled, breathing heavily with blood running down his arm. "They're somethin

Though the humans were hostile at first, they accepted them later on and the supernaturals continued to live among the humans. Fifty years later, the human government recruited the supernaturals to aid them with the crimes committed by psychotic supernaturals. The supernaturals had come together to form an agency called Shadow Crawlers, where all the supernaturals required to register. That way, they kept a tab on who was doing what. They had their own rules and regulations. Even the supernaturals arrested by the human officials were handed over to them. The Shadow Crawlers monitored the criminals and sometimes eliminated them to keep up peace between the races.

Letting as much light in as possible. I ran past them and straight towards one vampire that hadn’t burnt up and he was running for Dean. I landed on top of that vampire and as much as he tried to ward off the blows I was still snapping and going for his throat. He was trying as hard as possible and I felt something sharp on my back. The vampire that was under me started laughing and he put his guard down for a moment which gave me the chance to grab his throat and ri it clean from his neck. I then leaned back on my back two paws and I shoved myself up against the wall to get the vampire off my back, but instead we fell through a wall and into one of the bedrooms that was flooded with light.

Amelia's determination burned like a flame, refusing to be extinguished. Suddenly, a blinding flash of light erupted from the center of the chamber. The Shadow Master recoiled, momentarily distracted by the surge of brightness. Taking advantage of the moment, Amelia channeled her inner light, pushing back against the alluring darkness. With a mighty roar, she unleashed a torrent of radiant energy, engulfing the Shadow Master in a brilliant blaze. The supernatural force enveloped him, searing through his darkness and weakening his grip on the pack. Amelia's pack seized the opportunity, their combined strength amplified by her radiant power. They charged at the weakened Shadow Master, striking