Sparkles Supernatural Novels & Stories

But she knew too well that if she didn't start acting up now, she would miss a lot of things. Picking the small satchel that was given to her by the blonde creature who was an Inuphyle, named Carson, he said that the God of Fate instructed her to give this to her when she took her to leave. It seems that the satchel is the famous beginner's pack given by Gods to Wandering souls who are on their quest to leveling.

We have spoken before of "unexpected" and "unexplained" love stories. And we have more this time at the Supernatural Spa. This time, I will be asking my friend, Mab the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. She'll be sharing two cases that involved her personal friends back in the University that she loves so dear... ++++++++++ Partner No.1: The Only One

He called it the Inner Spark, the core of mana that resides within every supernatural being, connecting them to the flow of the universe. “This Spark is not something you learn,” he explained, pacing the floor. “It is something you are. It is the fire in the dragon, the shadow in the vampire, the moonlight in the wolf. To understand theory, you must first feel the practical. So, we will begin with a simple exercise. Close your eyes. Breathe. I want you to look inward, past your thoughts, past your heartbeat. Find your Spark. Feel its warmth, its hum, its presence.”

I blurted, nervously. Spock had gone to lie down at my feet while raising his head to watch me. He was surely a friendly dog as his cold nose touched my feet and he began licking my toes. “They are sneaky bastards,” Pennelope remarked while stretching for a sandwich. "Ah, it has begun," Miriam whispered, lifting the teacup to her lips and exchanging looks with her Granddaughter. "Supernaturals have many gifts. The ability to control time is rare and requires that individual to be very responsible." Marlena graced me with her gentle silver gaze.

Tears trickled down my face as I cupped her face and peppered her with kisses. Her body was glowing with purple and silver sparkles, illuminating the space around us. She was happy. Usually, young witches, especially children, cannot control their happiness, which radiates out of their bodies through sparkles. But as we grew older, we learned to control our emotions and our sparkles because, in the reality of life, there were times we tried to hide things that made us happy. "You’re so beautiful. And you look exactly just as how she had shown me from her memory." A smile curled on her lips as her eyes beamed with happiness, and for a moment I almost forgot the pain that I saw in there earlie

helping them integrate the supernatural into their worldview rather than fighting it as a hallucination. "We aren't erasing their memories anymore," Evangeline told Emma, who was helping design the visual aids for the therapy. "We’re giving them the 'Subtitles' so they can understand the movie they’re living in." The ink on the LNI charter was barely dry when the first official request for assistance arrived from the San Francisco Police Department. A "Resonance Pocket" had opened inside a high-end shopping mall in Union Square. A group of "Friendly Spirits" - ancient, translucent nymphs from the Earth’s deeper layers - had manifested in the center fountain, and their "Joy-Song" was inadvert

The sight of them making me want to look away but I can’t move an inch from my spot nor peel my eyes off them. As soon as she stops sobbing Brock steps back, giving way for Syria. “So if this crystal is used for a hallucination spell, we can use this to track where the magic is coming from?” Brock asks, looking at Syria who nods. “I think I know who’s behind this,” she says looking at the crystals now shattered on the floor. “A witch who goes by the name Sevika,”

Scarlett whisper into Aurora ear as Scarlett saw her eyes on them. " Seriously; I doubt it! I don't think that was normal self because it felt like she was using a super power on me which I can't figured out. Aurora utter as they glare at each other in a stunned way. ***** "Maddox stand up from the chair as he walk straight to where the intoxicating smell was coming from. He feels the smell, the scent of the same mankind. She's a supernatural being like him. An allies. He look around the streets searching for her because he could feel it. She was around. Crystal was shock by the strange man who had been spying on her as he smell like the burned ones.

However, I furrowed my brow when I found myself standing in a large, dark room painted entirely in black. Before I could ask any questions, a single dot of light fell from the ceiling, gently touching my shoulder without causing any harm. Then another dot of light followed, and suddenly, sparks rained from above. It appeared magical, almost surreal, as they gently landed in my hand. A smile graced my face as I outstretched my hand, catching them, but their fleeting existence soon ended. I gazed at him, his eyes shimmering like silver in the darkness, reflecting the sparks around us.

Rose said proudly. “Not yet,” came a familiar voice from behind us. We turned to see Sabrina smiling, eyes glinting with mischief. Raising her hands, she closed her eyes, and a soft shimmer began to trail from her fingers. In an instant, sparkling snowflakes floated from her fingertips, drifting onto the branches, each one glowing with an icy, enchanted light. With a gentle flick, tendrils of blue and silver light wove through the branches, making them gleam as if kissed by a starlit frost.