Supernatural Arts Novels & Stories

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.

Astrid's brows furrows as she pondered, "Do supernaturals work as bodyguards for humans?" "Absolutely," Elena replies, "In fact, supernaturals make up more than fifty percent of the security industry. They often keep their true nature hidden, especially when working with human clients. It's a matter of blending in and not drawing unnecessary attention."

“I assure you I’m not, Dr Jin.” “Don’t call me Supernatural Professor. Just call me Ant. Everyone calls me that.” I asserted. I tried to ascertain the speaker’s identity, but the sunlight behind the figure made it hard for me to make out his facial features. I stood up to get a better view but he continued. “Some call you the Bridge. The Bridge to the other worlds.” I winced at that description written by Singapore Global, a journalistic social site with over a million subscribers. It was an inconvenient overstatement, one of the causes of unnecessary public attention.

Alex asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. Anya sighed. "The Supreme Gods are the most powerful beings in the universe," she said. "They are said to have created all things, both human and supernatural. They are also said to have given certain individuals the power to wield their supreme energy. These individuals are known as the Chosen Ones." Alex's eyes widened in amazement. "So, it's true," she whispered. "There are werewolves who can wield the power of the Supreme Gods." "Yes," Anya said. "But it is a very rare and dangerous power. The Chosen Ones must be careful not to misuse their power, or they could destroy themselves and the world around them."

“Well… yeah, crudely put. We have assets which can change the aura around you and make you seem like you’ve disappeared. You’d appear invisible to angels who have been sent out to hunt you. We'd be able to move more freely and get to the generals easier.” “What kind of assets?” Serenity had only read about demons and angels. She knew about Skin Writers and Manipulators, but what else was hiding out there in the dark she didn’t know about. “Witches.” The silence in the room grew and she blinked. “Are you serious.” “Deadly. There aren’t just angels and demons and Skin Writers, Serenity. Every single supernatural creature you ever thought went bump in the night, is real.” “Oh, fucking wonderful

“They never left you. Even after his body was taken back by the Earth his spirit stayed to watch over you.” "Earth did what now? Is that what you all call a funeral here where they are put in a casket and buried?” He shook his head. “You all did bury your parents on earth, but we got their bodies back per our treaty with the humans. We have our own way of doing things for each supernatural species.” “What did you do with my mother’s body?" Feeling a bit out of control I slid down the front of the chair and latched onto Freya. She knew what to do instantly. She climbed over my lap and laid down putting her weight on me. She was used to these anxiety attacks.

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.

“Yeah, don’t remind me. I was watching on the next a pastor down in the states going on a witch hunt.” “Funny that. Witches aren’t really in the supernatural world. That was a way of life and not a religion or a supernatural creature. The supernatural creatures are Druids, and mages for the most part with a few other creatures that have their own magic. But it’s all got laws, rules and limits. Anyway, please for your safety and that of any other humans, keep them back. I need to go take control of this from my Beta. That’s my second in command.” “Fine, but if you need our help with anything else…”

Chapter 1: The Summoning Price Candles flickered wildly in the ancient stone chamber hidden beneath the crumbling ruins of Eldrath, their flames dancing as if alive with the forbidden magic I had unleashed. My heart hammered against my ribs as I traced the final line of the intricate summoning circle with my own blood, the metallic scent mixing with the musty air of forgotten tomes and decaying tapestries. I was Seraphina Vale, a twenty-five-year-old arcane scholar who had dedicated her life to dusty scrolls and protective wards rather than the desires that stirred in my treacherous body. My form had always been a curse and a secret longing—lush, heavy breasts that strained against the laces

Axel and Dominica were our leaders until they were killed, most of us were banished from our various packs because we didn't have our powers anymore after they died. “ Powers, leader? “ I blurted out, more confused than ever. “ Dear, the moon goddess created Supernaturals to be the Alphas and Luna of the pack for greater protection against stray and rogues, Axel’s great grandfather or should I say his ancestors were the main leaders of these supernaturals and they had the power and authority, we as a pack got it because we are descendants of these supernaturals. Axel married Dominica and since they were mates, his power transferred to her, therefore passing on to your sister and your brother