Sobrenatural Romane & Geschichten

This is another level of craziness, if someone told these things to me about a year ago, hell even some months ago I would’ve thought it was hilarious but now I just don’t even know how I feel. Should I be happy that I have got the rarest connection, like ever or I should be sad that my whole identity is changed from now on? I can feel it that nothing is the same, when I discovered that supernaturals are real it was a different kind of change, my perspective on life changed not me, I was the same but now I don’t think I’ll ever be the same even if I wake up suddenly and it’s a dream.

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

"A defective embryo. And a knife in the back." I saw the hate in his eyes and suddenly understood. "You regret it, don't you?" I sneered. "You're starting to miss that little surrogate." Victor's face grew even darker. "At least her love was pure," he snarled, the words sounding like they were torn from his throat. The words made me laugh, a high, sharp sound in the damp air. "Love? That little fool loved the idea of you! She loved your power, your money! The same things I love!"

He pulled out a small bottle from the drawer, holding it up to the light. “What does that mean for us?” I demanded,leaning over the table. “ They are rewriting codes, trying to stop nature from happening by building super wolves man, Finn has been tracking this shit for weeks now, I thought it was not biologically possible, a way to rewrite a wolf’s bond from the inside.” "Have you checked the funding for it, that must have a cost a lot and it would take a lot of money to do something like that right under our noses." I questioned.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

recalling that night! TBC Comment and vote for His Surrogate.

I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster. The soldier in front of me spoke over his shoulder in a hushed tone so that his superiors couldn’t hear. “We’re hunting supernaturals,” he said. “I’m sorry,” I said, meekly. “Do you mean like Superman and Batman? They’re real?” “Where are you from, girl?” the soldier laughed. He was joined by a few others who were close enough to hear. “I wasn’t trying to be funny. I just don’t understand what you mean by supernatural,” I said with a hurt tone.

REBORNED Episode five Nona POV: The moment dove was brought into the room; she was almost pale, unconscious. I feared something might have happened to her. The fear wasn’t the kind of fear when you see something you don’t like but it was like the feeling of losing something so dear to you.

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

He had been drowning, drinking in huge amounts of lake water, and was about to suffocate. Yet, after choosing the [Yes] option, a surge of warm energy suddenly flowed throughout his body, giving him enough power to escape the deadly situation he was in. With this in mind, the only question left in Gale's mind now was: What was that? As if hearing his thoughts, something suddenly appeared in his vision. It was the same as before—an image of blue text floating in the air in front of him, resembling a pop-up notification on a phone screen. But this time, the text was different.