Supernatural Arts Novels & Stories

"Let us hope, Mr. Sullivan is not one of those direct ancestors or knows how to keep the sun from rising." Bergins turns back to the board. "So all of this we've completed for werewolves, you need to be able to do the same for each of these supernatural species for the test next week."

my words came out faint. "Well, Primwoir was a philosopher and was what some would call a tortured artist. His artwork displayed his eccentric ideas, he basically wanted to bridge the gap between the human and supernatural world. Of course, many didn't take that lightly- especially the Council considering it wasn't really his place to do so but he did have supporters. Other supernaturals who felt it was time we expose ourselves but the movement quickly died after he supposedly committed suicide." There was a shift in Alex's tone and my interest in his storytelling didn't waiver once. I even opened my eyes as a way to keep myself awake longer.

It was so absurd to even admit to myself. Sighing deeply, I let my fingers roam on the keypad and typed 'Super Strength'. Articles and articles about energy drinks, diet plans, and gym recommendations popped up. Scrolling down, I caught an article about 'Supernatural Beings And Their Powers.' I clicked on it and let the words register in my mind. There were mentions of werewolves, vampires, lycans, mermaids, sirens, warlocks, and whatnot. But in the same article, it was also written that all these creatures are fictional and there was no evident proof to suggest that they exist in reality.

Desire flutters inside my belly as I take in her beautiful face. “Supernaturals are a different species born on earth. They are more like humans but with heightened powers. In fact, most were humans before they became what they are. Some creatures are not supernatural. Some can be considered aliens from other worlds or dimensions and true Angels… Angels not born on earth are not of this earth. They are a whole different species created by the Creator before humans existed. Other than the physical similarities between both species, we are very different. Humans, angels, and most demons have souls. But some do not.” Bree looks down at her hands, then back at me and mutters. “But supernatural b

Hours later, we were still talking. Well, mostly she talked, and I stuffed very tiny honey biscuits into my face like a starved cavewoman. (No sass here. Just crumbs. So many crumbs.) Barbie—thirteen thousand freakin’ years old—sat on a branch like some ancient history professor in sequins and gave me the crash course of my nightmares. She told me about the ASA—Anti-Supernatural Agency. Humans with labs, syringes, and no chill. People who kidnapped supernaturals, drained their blood, and experimented to get powers, immortality, or whatever else their fragile egos demanded.

said Clay. Jenna sighed, “There is nothing in any of our history books about this war. Supernaturals are just make-believe.” Clay nodded, “But you came from a different timeline, so maybe you’re the key to changing everything.” "In books, supernaturals are scary. Vampires kill humans and drink their blood, dragons are ferocious, werewolves are feared, and witches are deemed crazy.” Jenna said with a look of worry on her face. Both men smiled, “So most of that is true, but we all follow rules and a code.”

"And the rest of the supernaturals what will be born from after this convergence." The light instantly fades off.

He nodded, the answer lodged too deep in his chest for words. “Good,” she whispered. Then she turned, and the Queen of Supernatural walked forward—not into a throne, not into a cage, but into the ever-shifting, ever-demanding work of keeping the balance alive. Light folded around her and then she was gone, leaving only the faint scent of rain and a warmth in the air that lingered long after. Damian returned to the window. Below, life went on—messy, loud, imperfect, beautiful. Above, the constellations shifted one last time, settling into a new pattern: a circle of seven small stars around one slightly brighter point, all linked by a faint golden halo.

I couldn’t wait to get my first assignment and finally leave the confinements of headquarters grounds. You see the Academy was not actually on earth as such. Or at least it was but it was hidden on a different realm. Shielded from sight of those that knew nothing about us or that would do us harm by a magical force field called a ward. Only Hunters could cross the bridge that connected us from our realm to the mortal one. Seeing as we were not yet sworn in to the Hunters, we could only cross to the mortal realm with a fully fledged Hunter crossing with us, and well Darren wasn’t likely to allow me to do that. He always reminded me that what had killed my parents was still out there. And unti

DR. FRANKLER GAVE MAVERICK a secretive smile before looking away. She didn't say anything, but she might as well have. I'd been so caught up in the doctor's story, I'd almost forgotten that it wasn't a story at all. She was teaching us the real history of supernaturals - the origin of supernaturals. And they came from a place called Nimbiru, which didn't sound like anywhere I'd ever studied. Maverick had suggested that we were missing the big picture, and he had a good point. Where the heck was this place?