Sobrenatural Novels & Stories

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

I made a promise to myself that I would only use the magic for good and never let it harm anyone. As I delved deeper into the book, I discovered more and more secrets that left me in awe. I learned that it's possible to manipulate the elements and control the forces of nature. I could summon spirits and communicate with the dead. I could even bend reality to my will and create illusions that were indistinguishable from reality. …Salena POV…

“The fact remains that humans were given dominion over this earth, and all the creatures upon it. This places the supernaturals below humans in the hierarchy. They are here to serve us and for thousands of years they have shirked that duty. The laws we are putting into place merely return the natural order of the world.” The station broke for adverts. “Fuck,” Rhett leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “That’s some fucked up shit.” “Mhm,” Heath’s eyes were on the road before them. A billboard showed a wolf within a red circle and: “All Supernaturals Must Register.” Someone had spray painted over it: “Fuck off.” Rhett wasn’t sure if the sentiment was directed towards Supernaturals, or agai

Something intangible, something that existed inside me but wasn’t part of my everyday life. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. Hayden sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The furies… they feed on souls. That’s how they gain power. But your soul… it’s different. It’s stronger, somehow. More potent. And they want it.” I felt like I was going to be sick. My soul? How could they want my soul? What did that even mean? “I don’t… I don’t understand,” I whispered, my mind racing. “Why is my soul different?”

Samantha stood in the middle of the forest, her body trembling as she gazed down at her hands. They were no longer human hands. Instead, they were covered in thick, dark fur, and ended in sharp claws. Her clothes had shredded apart, and she was naked except for a pair of shorts that barely held up against her newly formed muscular legs. The moon was full, and its glow seemed to intensify the changes she was going through. Samantha had never thought she would become a werewolf, but life had a way of surprising her.

I'm proud of myself and my team. And for what Emilia said, I knew it was one of her tricks. Nothing is coming, we've saved everyone but my mind still keeps bothering on what I don't know. It is like something greater than us is Coming, something that we don't know where or what it is going to be. But for now, we have to enjoy our lives and if anything greater than us is coming our way, I hope we're strong enough to be their heroes once again. THE SUPERNATURALS

So this isn't his first rodeo. "I think I'm an alright person. It depends on who you ask, though." I give him a little wink, and he laughs, "How many of these have you been to?" "This is my sixteenth time attending." Wow. I don't know why I expected a lower number. "So, you've met quite a few humans then, huh? I've never met a supernatural." He cringes. "We do not like being called *supernaturals*. We prefer being called *mystical*. Supernatural suggests we are abnormal, and it desensitizes us. We are just as natural as mortal beings." I feel embarrassed.

Humans and supernaturals recognized that their collaboration was essential in unlocking the full potential of scientific progress. In the realm of social endeavors, supernaturals and humans worked hand in hand to build a more inclusive and compassionate society. They established institutions that promoted equality and fought against discrimination, ensuring that every being, regardless of their supernatural or human nature, was afforded the same opportunities and rights. Supernatural educators imparted their ancient wisdom, while human teachers provided the tools and knowledge needed to thrive in the modern world. Together, they nurtured generations of individuals who cherished diversity and

he told Susan without turning. She swallowed. “We proved PX-5 could expand the sensory cortex by thirty percent in forty-eight hours. But we couldn’t stop it. It keeps climbing until the brain treats reality like a megaphone and tears itself apart.” “Like our friend in the alley,” Bruno muttered. “High-def horror.” Susan nodded once. “They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.”

“It’s time you started thinking like a witch and not a mundane.” “Mundane?” Freya chuckled. “That’s what we supernaturals call people with no supernatural powers. Mundane has two meanings. One is that they are not of the supernatural or spiritual realm and the other is that they are very uninteresting. They fit both descriptions if you ask me.” Davina smiled. “Mundane. I thought I was one of them once.” “You were never one of them. You just needed something to trigger your dormant supernatural side.”