Supernatural Arts Novels & Stories

“In a place like Saint Terrir, especially with all the supernatural creatures that exist here, there needs to be a way to keep most humans in the dark about the creatures that walk amongst them, as well as ensuring that we also keep our own promises to stay out of human spotlight. They are the Supernatural Occurrences Agency.” “I’ve never heard of them before.” “And for good reason. Humans can be very inquisitive to the extent that they would risk their own lives just to have a taste of the power that Supernaturals possess.” He had a point, of course. There was a good reason why we weren’t supposed to expose our abilities to the average human. It had caused wars in the past. “But that doesn’

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were

"The supernatural world has existed alongside humanity for thousands of years. We've hidden because we feared your reaction. The footage you saw was us protecting our children from a threat. Defending, not attacking. We just want to raise our daughters in peace." "And we want to work with the federal government," I continued, "to ensure that peace extends to all supernatural beings and humans. We're not enemies. We're neighbors. Colleagues. Friends. Just trying to live." Chen discussed the Department of Supernatural Affairs and new policies. Then came questions. The first three were softballs. Adjusting to parenthood? Hopes for the future? Message for frightened Americans? Then a reporter in

And in the center of it all stood a massive three-dimensional projection—a holographic map of the entire Soul Recycle Program system, each world rendered in perfect detail, floating in space like miniature planets in a twisted solar system. Every world we'd survived was there, glowing softly. Dracula's Castle with its gothic spires. The Siren's Valley with its moving water. The Sandman's Sandbox, cracked and glitching where Mia had damaged it. The Crimson Hunt with its blood-red light. Dozens more we hadn't seen yet, each one a new nightmare waiting to consume us. And at the very center of it all, pulsing with dark energy that made my eyes hurt to look at directly, was the Core, the heart of