Supernatural Age Rating Novels & Stories

"Okay, but I'm still not understanding what you are trying to tell me." "Your eighteenth birthday is coming. And for people like you, it's not your average ‘I'm becoming an adult’ birthday with a big party. Your father is coming for you. He gave me eighteen years to raise you, but now he’s claiming you." Aunt Maureen sounded scared about this situation. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her hands were shaking. This whole thing about something happening on Emily's eighteenth birthday had grabbed Zach's attention. He knew from personal experience and stories told that most beings involved with the supernatural all had changes that occurred when they made it to their adulthood year. His m

Zoire said. Erimense took a deep breath,he was feeling uneasy with the story he just heard. "Mother,are you saying that the ages of darkness will come again?". He asked. Zoire nods her head. "Yes Erimense,but nobody knows how close it is already". She said,as she walked out of the sanctuary. Erimense took a step closer,to touch the paintings on the wall.Fear shuddered down his spine.Somehow,the more he looked at the picture,the more fear gripped his bones.

I replied in a seductive tone and smashed my lips on his for a kiss because, man, this temptation was killing me and as much as I was trying to deny this attraction and resist it but I couldn't because the man had bound me into some kind of his love spell that I can't get out of, or maybe I don't want to get out of it myself, but at the same time I don't want to mate with him because he is not what I imagined in my dreams and wished for. I thought I would find a mate in my early twenties or something who could understand me. I know age is just a number, and I am making an issue of it when we all supernatural creatures stop aging after age eighteen. I took Zacharias by surprise with my sudden

I trail off. "Young?" "Yeah." "You age like a human, until you reach the age of 18. Then you stop aging completely. That's how every supernatural creature ages." He rubs the back of his neck. "Oh." I murmur, looking over at Katherine. In that moment, she leaps up from the bed and lands on the floor. Sebastian sighs and helps her up. "Still have trouble returning to reality?" He teases. "Shut up." She laughs, elbowing him in the rib cage.

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.

Lady Susan, her beauty as mesmerizing as it was deadly, moved with an otherworldly grace, her attacks laced with a supernatural power. The battle raged on, the forest floor becoming a battleground of epic proportions. The Silver Paw clans, despite their valor, were slowly overwhelmed by the sheer power of the Supreme God Destroyers. Mary Jane, her body battered and bruised, fought on with unwavering determination, her spirit refusing to yield. Alfred, his strength waning, fought with a renewed ferocity, his every move a desperate attempt to protect his clan.

He grinned at my sarcastic reply, looking more attractive, with a peek of his fangs showing. Supernaturals grow like humans till they reach their prime and freeze—anywhere between their twenties and thirties—until they are over five centuries old, before the clock starts ticking again, but slowly. Lucky them, I guess. “Where are you from?” He asked another question. “Alderan. Was living in the human Village 09.” All human settlements were named with numbers, unlike the supernatural states, which had proper names. “Ah. One of the smallest human villages in Alderan. Spotted a few rebels recently,” he muttered the last sentence.

“I think normal for me is long gone, Mom. But I do understand what you are trying to say. But I think we can try answering these questions, then I will read some more before I go to bed.” “Okay, what’s your first question?” “Why don’t more humans know about this world of supernaturals?” “Good question to start with. Well, it’s against our laws for humans to know unless they are your mate. So, no one is allowed to show who they truly are without being mates, or you would get in trouble with the supernatural council. Does that help you understand?” “Yes, that helps a lot. How do you know if you are mates with someone?”

He instantly cut me off, seeming like he could actually read my thoughts as he calmly explained, “Supernaturals are way more stronger than these puny little humans, hence your charms will not affect them in the same way it does for the humans. Plus, they wouldn’t dare touch what is already claimed.”

he asked and I sighed. I then went on to explain how different supernaturals were from supernaturals. We supernaturals have supernaturals that stand higher than us. Werewolves with the abilities to perform magic, some with the abilities to shape shift both into wolves and foxes, those who have the ability to hide their werewolves gene, those who can shoot claws out of different parts of their bodies and not just their finger nails, those whose skin is as tough as steel and many more. These kind of supernaturals don't come to often and from the aura that I perceived around the baby, I knew she was one of us.