Sobrenatural นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

Leonard stood frozen, his mouth agape, struggling to process the words that had just tumbled out of Alexa’s mouth. The soft light in the dim room cast a warm glow on her face, but it only heightened the chill that crept up his spine. “Supernatural being?” he repeated incredulously, his mind racing.

"Is it the kind of something that requires me to punch a cosmic entity, or the kind that requires me to sign paperwork?" "Neither. It is the kind that makes me want to crawl under my desk and pretend I am in a different profession." She pulled up a holographic display. "The baby Utterance's song has been stable for seventy-two hours. The Absence is resting at twenty-six percent. The First Dreamer is dormant at ninety-nine point nine. All good. All expected." "But?" "But the Supernatural Ledger's deep architecture is showing micro-transactions that do not correspond to any known entity. Tiny. Barely detectable. Like someone testing a lock with a pick so thin you can barely hear the scratching

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

Malen was the one who took me in when I stumbled across the healers village years ago. He made me the healer I am today and he never gave up hope on my magic. I shake myself out of my reverie — now isn't the time to relive flashbacks. "What happened?" I ask as I grabbed his arm, dragging him behind the closest tree just as the sky cracked again, lightning black as oil seared into the earth. "What is that?" "They said it's impure magic. Forbidden to be used by the Underworld and all that reside there," he gasped. "Something came through. Something from the other side."

Briar babbled. “Briar, you are a rare, special person with an important destiny. Your parents never mentioned this at any point while you were growing up?” Misha asked again. ‘Got cha!’ Misha thought, slamming the trap shut. “Briar, do you believe in the supernatural?” she asked. “Supernatural? Like vampires, ghosts, and werewolves? That kind of supernatural?” Briar asked, getting annoyed with the game of do you believe. “Werewolves are real, ancient, and lethal.” She started, but Briar cut her off.

You're a hybrid, you shouldn't have a mate either. "I know this," he said sitting back. "But I'm the first genetic hybrid to walk the earth. I was the first one born both Lycanthrope and Vampire. Normally the Vampiric disease shuts down the body's ability to produce biological children, but it didn't do that to my mom. Since I'm the first, we assumed I wouldn't have a mate due to the fact that I'm not one-hundred percent Lycanthrope, but I guess being born to two pure-bloods means that I'm pure-blooded too."

Wyatt heard a man’s voice say. “NO! It’s your fault thinking that covering money that was never going to be directly touched by her in your energy would actually work, It’s not my fault you and your siblings are so damn stupid. It’s really amazing that Abaddon lets you even attempt to collect souls.” That time it was Daniel.