Sobrenatural Novels & Stories

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.

DR. FRANKLER GAVE MAVERICK a secretive smile before looking away. She didn't say anything, but she might as well have. I'd been so caught up in the doctor's story, I'd almost forgotten that it wasn't a story at all. She was teaching us the real history of supernaturals - the origin of supernaturals. And they came from a place called Nimbiru, which didn't sound like anywhere I'd ever studied. Maverick had suggested that we were missing the big picture, and he had a good point. Where the heck was this place?

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. “No. While every other supernatural being may have biological parents, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you do not have biological parents. You were placed on this earth as a way to tame and control the imperfections that were created and to rule over kingdoms. It is prophesized that you would be the most charming, charismatic, and loving being in the world that you would not be able of corruption. To make sure this is the case, when you were placed onto the earth, you were put through a series of tests which would have shifted the personality of any regular imperfect being. These tests, although unnecessary, are usually everyday struggles

she muttered and I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion written all over my face. With a sigh, Flora said, "what I mean is this, Diana just gave birth to a supernatural." 'A supernatural?' I thought. 'What did she mean? Aren't we all supernaturals?' As if reading my thoughts, Flora said, "we are all supernaturals but there are supernaturals of supernaturals. Look at me for example. I am a werewolf, clearly a supernatural but I was blessed and gifted wit supernatural powers from the moon goddess, making me a supernatural of the supernatural." All she said was kind of confusing and clear at the same time.

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

I follow him into the secluded space, and once we're out of earshot from potential passersby, I ask the question that's been bothering me since I discovered my new ability. "How many different kinds of subs are there? What kind are you? Where are others? Are there any here at the college?" His eyebrows rise slightly at my barrage of questions. "That's quite a lot to cover in five minutes." "Just the basics, then." He considers for a moment, then leans against the stone retaining wall. "There are seven primary classifications of supernaturals, though there are numerous subcategories and hybrid variations." "Seven?" I press. "What are they?"

“You know, I still worry about people thinking I’m crazy for believing in these things. People here don’t blink an eye anymore of it.” “Don’t worry about it. You aren’t crazy. People sleep better if they don’t believe. They consider out of the ordinary or supernatural. I always thought. Oddly, we consider supernatural creatures outside of natural and unnatural. Yet they’re supposed to be here before we humans were. They connect many like the boggart and bogan to nature. I see it almost like racial insensitivity. But in this case, its species insensitivity.” “Never thought of that. Thanks for listening and giving your okay.” Eddie got out of there before Gabby. Got too metaphysical on him. It

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.

"I can't lie. Your spell won't let me. Right?" For the first time, I saw a hint of his birth father - Oberon - in him. I pulled from his grasp and stood, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. Fresh tears rolled down my face. "Right," I whispered. Gabe went over to the window, opening it again, and throwing one leg over the sill. "You promised you would never do that." He ground his teeth together. "Supernaturals are all the same. They take what they want without regard for anyone but themselves."

She continued to explain how ANTI was so dangerous that it was literally impossible to fight them because they had special devices that could kill even the most powerful Supernaturals. “Well, let's assume they can't be fought, how on Earth will they know if someone is a Supernatural? It's not like it's written on our forehead or that we can't pass as humans.” She laughed and shook her head, genuinely surprised that I was so ignorant. “We are talking about an agency that has billions at its disposal and the full backing of multiple governments...they are capable of doing the impossible.”