Romans & histoires Supernatural Author

The questions started pouring as if they had never left, each one following the other in a barrage. "It's a book. You will learn a lot from it. It's about the creation of most supernaturals, and the deities in charge of managing these supernaturals" he said to me, while stretching a book towards me. The chronicle of the six. That was the name of the book, written in bold gold lettering. The book was fairly big, and looked like it had been opened and closed by many hands, the edges were frayed and the book had a brown tint to it.

Lines from the prophecy began to run through my head again. "And sifting through the lies is easier," she continued. "If you have the truth to begin with. That's where I can help you the best. As I've said, it's one of Haven's main purposes." This is what she'd wanted to tell me all along, and I wasn't the only one who leaned forward, eager to hear what she had to say. "Let's start at the beginning," said Dr. Frankler, "Let's talk about how supernaturals came to be."

"I understand that that may not be Austin's mother. So what's happening?" Damian looks at Austin. He nods at him. Austin looks at me. "Yes, Sybil Leek is not my mother nor your biological one. She is your godmother. Our mother was infertile. She couldn't have children. Mom and dad met someone who said they could help them have children. I've come to find out that it was Sybil Leek. She's well-known for practicing dark magic; she's a witch. It's likely she did a spell to take their firstborn daughter. She may have taken you for her own personal gain. I don't know for sure," Austin tells me. "We are also werewolves."

"I didn't ask for this, but it looks like this book is entering the supernatural genre author. What next? Should I be expecting werewolves?." Author: What else can I say? My imagination is working overtime here.

But I can’t bring myself to regret a thing and I will always be grateful for the day that Bellamy came knocking on my door and for every day I have surrounded by my strings of fate. -------------------------------- Author's note: Thanks for reading, my new book A Human's Guide to Surviving Magical Mishaps is updating and you're welcome to read it!"

I wondered how or who had created him. My guess was Suzana. She seemed to be everywhere. She had a hand in all the supernatural creatures starring on earth today. She was the cause of all these. She was the one that began them all. I didn't know what kind of feeling I was having, but I guessed that she was coming. And for what other thing than Faith?

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

The Omniscient Deity was puzzled. The custodian said, “Demonic Energy only targets the best of the best, the most distinguished among his or her peers. Once someone like her crosses into the Supernatural level, she will gain insight into the Grand Supernatural. Who do you think you are? You two are merely ordinary people. As such, Demonic Energy has little to no effect on you. Demonic Energy is, after all, designed specifically to target geniuses.” Hearing this, the Omniscient Deity felt awkward.

"Hm. We have been friends with them for generations. But everything changed when the paranormal hunters were created by one malicious man." Daphne beamed. "Yes. We were hunted. The supernaturals decided to live in hiding, and in doing so, a realm different from theirs was created. But that was thousands of years ago. There is nothing like the paranormal hunters." Liam frowned. "And how do you know that?" She pointed to the third paragraph of the book. "Someone made sure of it. He was the connection between the outside city and our realm. He was a wolf like us. But his name was written here. He died of wolfsbane poisoning. In his own home. Our realm."

If he noticed her presence, he said nothing about it, and continued mumbling something in a foreign language. “What are you doing?” Catherine whispered, taking a seat next to the fire to warm her hands. “Usually, you are the first to fall asleep.” “My Lady. I am trying to figure out the reason you could access Zion’s shifting power.” Silas lifted a hand to his head in frustration. “But there is no evidence of anyone ever pulling off such a feat. Not even the Original Tatiana. I believe you could also access Gunther’s and my powers as well. Yet…”