Slash Fiction Supernatural Novels & Stories

“The shadows do not serve the broken. They serve the unyielding. You cannot cling to fear, or pity, or weakness. You must cut them away.” “How?” My voice cracked, desperation bleeding through. His coal-dark eyes burned into mine. “By bleeding.” Before I could react, he drew a dagger from the air itself and slashed it across my arm. Pain seared, hot and sharp, blood spilling onto the dirt. I gasped, but before panic could take hold, the shadows surged to drink it, swirling, tightening, binding deeper into my veins. My wolf howled inside me, not in agony, but in fury. Power exploded through my body, dark and wild. My vision blurred silver as I rose, shadows snapping around me like wings.

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 --"

"Do you not feel that the ancestors are still watching over us? That the old ways are still alive?" "Yes, but—" Suddenly, more memories flooded my mind. Memories of Rush arguing with the Shaman, imploring her to see reason, to attack and kill the wolves without just cause. Memories of Rush breaking away from his tribe. Memories of him forming Nightshade, the Hunters. Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species.

There were people talking around me, a little heckling because those vampires were assholes, but I blocked them all out. I concentrated on the book and nothing else and focused all my energy on the one thing and slowly I saw it raise from the ground. It was only moving slowly. A little bit at a time and I only got it a few inches off the ground at first before I dropped it. Some of the vampires laughed at me and I was getting pissed off with them. I raised my hand in their direction and I didn't care what happened. I let my emotions take over and a lightening bolt came out of my hand and they all needed to run out of the way when I did that.

She worked alongside human historians, blending her supernatural insights with their scholarly expertise, to piece together the mysteries of the past. During one of her expeditions to a remote island, Seraphina stumbled upon an ancient prophecy engraved on a weathered stone tablet. The prophecy spoke of a hidden realm, accessible only to those with a bloodline as intertwined as hers. It foretold of a powerful artifact that, when combined with the unity of supernaturals and humans, would unleash unimaginable magic upon the world.

The Beast Shifter. Diego’s face swam in her memory. His unmarked skin in the study. The way he’d looked at her—calm, but with something ancient stirring behind his eyes. He’s hiding. But from what? She turned to another book—“Weaknesses of the Supernatural.” Garlic. Holy water. Sunlight. Silver. She stood, walked to her kitchen, and took a bulb of garlic from the hanging braid. Crushed a clove in her palm. The scent was sharp, pungent.

I ask, clueless to what he’s saying. "There’s a side to this world that’s hidden from humans, a side known only to them as myths and legends. This is the supernatural side." I look at Jason, wondering what the heck this guy drank this morning. "I know you think I'm crazy, but believe me, it's true. The supernatural world has four main factions." He looks over to me before continuing, "The Vampires, the Werewolves, the Witches, and lastly the cat shifters, known as Werecats."

Chapter 42 THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW (FLASH BACK 2 weeks ago ) fuya squatted down beside Nicholas body with a bowl ,she slashed his wrist and his blood poured into the bowl until it finally filled up . she stepped back leaving him there to bleed to dead . " I call on the ancestors of the dark ,I bring to you 50 soulless beings .

Maybe I’d finally stop looking backward. Maybe I’d finally be free. ********* Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! This story is a journey through not only the supernatural world but also the internal battles we face when trying to escape our pasts and make new choices. As Selena steps into a new chapter of her life, she’s confronted not just with external dangers but with the ghosts that still linger from her past. I hope you’ve found yourself immersed in the mysteries surrounding the packs, the full moon, and the ancient curses.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.