Sparkles Supernatural Novels & Stories

Just because of jealousy, you’d risk the entire base? I couldn’t help but laugh. I walked straight up to Ruby and met her panicked eyes head-on. "Ruby, did you forget your own persona? You’re supposed to be the Spark of Dominion, a genius who doesn’t need calculations or thinking. Just one touch, and you can guide an awakening. "If it’s truly instinctive talent, then even if I could interfere mentally, how could I possibly disrupt your process? Unless..." I swept my gaze across the room. "Unless your Spark of Dominion is nothing but a lie."

The necklace was forged from rare gemstones imbued with ancient arcane spells, granting it wondrous magical powers beyond mortal comprehension. Sylara was no ordinary vampire; she possessed an extraordinary affinity for both darkness and light, her heart torn between the eternal night and the sun's embrace. This duality within her spirit led her to create a necklace that could harness and balance the powers of both realms, a feat thought impossible even by the most skilled sorcerers.

Mina and Naomi took steps back. WOOOOOSH~~ The trees clapped violently, the leaves rustled loudly and the dirt danced around the ground. The mythical creatures turned their heads to Sabrina and wrinkled their faces and bare their fangs. GROWWWWWWWWWWWL!!! The mythical creatures roared loudly to repel whatever spell that Sabrina cast. Zwusssh~~~ The red spark sparkled and glowed brighter. Vsahhhhh~ This time the yellow spark glowed from Sabrina’s palm and expanded.

Vicoliz said making an entry into the living room furiously as he dashed towards Spark knocking off the cup of cocoa from his hand and holding him by the collar of his nightwear. "Did you know about this?" He asked with anger as he tightened his grip on Spark. "No, but it's a good thing he got turned" Spark replied with a smirk. Vicoliz punched him instantly, sending spark crashing through the walls of the mansion. Spark landed outside the mansion, inside the large compound. "Try to understand, he is now a supernatural also, he is now prepared for the upcoming battles" Spark tried explaining as he stood up from the ground with his night wear torn as he was just left with his boxers on.

She sounded desperate, placing her hand over mine. "There is a magic that can make you look different. They are called glamours. But the spell is only temporary. They can't help you long term." In my own studies, I came across a story or two of supernaturals changing their form. I would look into the possibility, but I didn't want to get her hopes up. "Get to class, and when I have information, I'll let you know," I said, handing her the note. She picked up her backpack and wiped her face as she stood. It was a mess. "Thank you, Miss Croswell."

“All right enough. He’ll be fine once I get Lydia back. Dad, is there anything you can tell me about Sparkles and her demon? Where they are? How to take them on?” My father eyed me, his expression very grave. He looked down at the boy perched on his lap. He met my eyes again, and for the first time, he closed the book. “Sparkles has aligned herself with a very powerful demon. It’s higher in rank than those you usually come in contact with. More stealthy, more seductive.” “More seductive? Have you seen that monster with its demonicy tendrils sliding their way up Sparkle’s nose? What can possibly be seductive about that freak?”

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

I froze. From the shadows, faint golden lights began to flicker, one by one, drifting closer like fireflies. But they weren’t fireflies. Pixies. Tiny, glowing creatures with wings like butterflies fluttered out from the forest, their light shimmering in soft greens and blues. They hovered around the crystal, their voices whispering in delicate, melodic tones that filled the air. Then the forest shifted again. More figures stepped out from the mist—creatures I had never seen before. Spirits of the woods, all emerging silently from the shadows.