Slash Fiction Supernatural Novels & Stories

Not green, but blazing with his own will. “Get,” he snarled, teeth clenched, “OUT OF MY HEAD!” He pushed with all he had and not his body, but his spirit. The cord snapped. The spectre screamed, shocked and furious, it flailed, untied, losing shape. The journal burst with light, its silver scars blazed like a small sun. A beam of pure silver shot out, wrapping the spectre. It fought and shrieked, but was pulled to the book. With a final bright flash that blinded them, it vanished.

Illac said. "One of Solana's betas managed to broke the spell," Lucas said looking at Illac who is walking behind them. Illac scoffed, he's got to admit, Solana's betas are something, where in the world did she found those? Only if a human can be turned into a fox. "Let us out!" "You fuckers! What am I doing here?!" "Let me out of this hell hole! "Fuck you!" "Bastards!" A variety of supernatural creatures were shouting, clanking steels to steels, and trying to break out from their cell. Thalia is a bit scared, this place is insane. She has never seen anything like it, so this the horrors inside the supernatural border?

But there was something else, something dark, something more dangerous approaching with each step she took toward the southern border. The air felt thick with the weight of dread, and Seraphina couldn't shake the feeling that something had already been set into motion a deadly game she was now a part of. When they arrived at the southern border, it was chaos. The earth was stained with blood. The pack warriors were fighting valiantly, but there were too many enemies. Too many dark forces gathering against them. Shadow wolves creatures of nightmare moved like smoke, their bodies shifting and writhing with an unnatural malice. Dorian's wolf form tore into the first beast he encountered, but

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

Now, it was going to end badly. _________________________ Meet Seraphina Ashford. A coldhearted, deadly killer of supernatural species. On the surface, she is a ruthless, emotionless assassin who hunts werewolves and vampires at night, eliminating them without hesitation. But beneath that hardened exterior lies a kindhearted girl, one who has suffered far too much. No one knows her true self. No one sees past the persona she wears like armour. She used to be a wolf. But now, she is a human. A fragile being, stripped of her once-powerful nature. By day, she hides in plain sight, living a normal life as a high school teacher, blending into the human world as if she belongs. But by night, she b

she could do that she had not even a strand of an idea on how she got to learn them. Her mother, then Luna, had taught her that pattern. For some people, their healing was just too fast. Some powerful werewolves that existed in history were known to heal with immediate effect. One legend had it that there was an alpha whose healing ability was unmatched by any that has existed so far. It was a thing of doubt, though. But it was said that he was once stabbed with a dagger that cut very deep into his body. And while the stabber still had the dagger in his body, his tissues began to come together, almost sealing off the dagger. It was a legend. Many people did not believe it to be true. Why? B

Fearing that we might seek pleasure recklessly and invite disaster, the Elders of the Covenant decreed that the first duty of every newly adult witch is to choose a suitable partner—an alliance meant to strengthen our ties with other races. Today, we had just arrived at the sacred altar and barely had time to study the diverse males gathered before us when the girl beside me nudged my arm. "I saw your sister, Ella, on the way here. She kept running toward the Shadow Forest, and no one could stop her. Is she not joining the ceremony?" The moment she spoke, everything clicked into place. It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn. My dear sister had returned from our previous life as well. And the

She scooted onto the table in front of him, leaning forward slightly, crossing her long legs. Cole's vision involuntarily wandered from her knee-high leather boots to those toned legs covered in black silk stockings that disappeared under a black cocktail dress -- a dress very similar to the red dress she had worn the night before. The jacket, also made of leather, was unzipped. Her abundant cleavage looked ready to spill from her dress. "My name is Zafira, and I am a succubus. You should feel honored. I haven't told anyone my name in centuries."

*"I don't have to. You'll name yourself when the venom burns through what's left of your humanity." A sandstorm erupts, swallowing her form. When it clears, the desert is gone. --- **The Shattered City** We stand on a bridge of frozen lightning, arcing over a chasm where realities bleed into one another. Below, a city pulses-a tumorous growth of spires and flesh, its streets alive with creatures that are neither human nor wolf nor storm. They scuttle and writhe, their forms glitching between solid and spectral. The air reeks of ozone and rotting roses.

Caitlyn’s POV “What the hell!” I exclaimed when other wolves jumped out of the woods and attacked the ones that were after me. Their roars shook the entire woods and just being in the presence of such mighty beasts made me feel like I was flat lining. I sprinted as fast as I could away from them, the faster I ran, the more strain I felt in my chest. I felt hopeless like I could never outrun them. I attempted to jump over a tree log when I slipped and hit my head. I tried getting up but my vision had suddenly become a blur. Blood dripped down from my forehead into my eyes as my strength began to elude me.