Sparkles Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Do you know what a pack of wolves does to those weaker than the rest?” Slaughter them. Yet, they hadn’t killed her. But now, if I had to guess, I’d bet she lived in that house outcast from the others. “You seem to hear me.” I pointed out. She paused as if realizing that surprised her. “What are you?” “People say I’m a Spark.” I explained. “It must be incredible to be so special.” She murmured wishfully. *** Reimus and Verias had retraced their steps to try to find me.

Cherry directed Crystal's gaze towards Red who wasn't recognized by her. "Ok?" she asked. "Isn't he cute Crystal??" cherry giggled happily like she had seen some fairy . "Don't tell me you called me for that?" Crystal hissed as she tried walking away. She disliked distraction more especially when Cherry did it. "Hey wait up!" Cherry begged with her puppy looking eye balls. "What now Cherry!" Crystal grumpily returned. "He has placed his orders. Could you go serve him? Please am kinda shy. Here you go Crystal" She handed over the cup of coffee with cream on it over to Crystal.

"L-Let's not do that, Luna…" Johnny froze visibly at my request. "He was completely disfigured from that accident, so I'm scared it'd scar you." As he spoke, he tried handing me the tissues again. If I wasn't mistaken, he definitely drugged those tissues with chemicals that'd make me pass out quickly. The first time this happened, I had passed out immediately after using the tissues he handed me to wipe my tears, only waking up to see cremated ashes.

Grace covered her mouth. Jacob glared in disbelief. It was different with Edgar who immediately looked away. Meanwhile, Cristine's face looked deathly pale. "What the hell is that insolent woman?!" Not long after, a video containing a scene that was enough to give goosebumps - even though it was censored, but if someone knew who the figure behind the video was, they would immediately realize who it was. including Cristine who immediately realized that the woman in the video was her former sister-in-law; Sella Michael.

"I bet lots of supernaturals heal quickly." "So now you're saying you're not human?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe it's from the spell, the blood magic I did. It advanced my natural healing ability." "What is it you're not telling me?" she asks. As much as I want to share with her, I can't. This is my problem. My Viking ghost. "Nothing. Just feeling a little woozy from everything still. Sorry, I broke your containment circle for the zombie."

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

There are a series of sex toys on her nightstand and a framed picture of a younger version of Susy in pigtails hairstyle and an innocent smile. I know people love sex a lot and it can be addictive but most times I worry about her having a trauma that led to her being a nymphomaniac. There has to be something that triggered it because the young innocent girl I'm staring at didn't look she would blossom into a broken version of Suzy. Life has probably dealt a deadly blow on her. "What are you doing?" Suzy cleared her throat, calling my attention. "I came in and you were nowhere to be found. I needed you to perform a locator spell on Hilda."

Granny chuckled. “Really?! That is great!” I was thrilled to hear at least one good news. “Yeah… and your Grandma is doing fine with that. I hope that “Amara's Magic Shop Online” will have its grand opening next week,” Kira stated proudly. I wished them good luck, sent them my love, and ended the call. When I put down the phone, I instantly felt frustrated and terrified. Summing everything they told me, I wouldn't find out if the spell worked or not until the very end. Even if Samil confessed his love for me and sealed it with a kiss, there was no guarantee that it would complete the spell. That left me with two options: get rid of my magic, or do nothing and gamble my life…

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

In their warped realities, they’re fighting for survival against a monster. Their Class Abilities flare in the dark. Spark’s is water-based—sharp, pressurized jets that slice through the undergrowth. Marcus’s is fire—explosive bursts of orange and red that set the damp leaves smoldering. The clash is a chaotic light show of steam and embers. I don’t intervene. I can’t. Not in my current state. Two veterans at full power, even crazed, would shred me. I think. They were functional this afternoon. Arrogant, but coherent. The madness came with the night. It’s not random. There’s a trigger.