Supernatural Bad Day At Black Rock Novels & Stories

"Dad, I'm sorry for what happened today. Your identity got exposed… I'm really sorry." He chuckled and patted my hand. There wasn't a trace of blame in his voice as he chided gently, "Silly girl. I'll always have your back when you need it. How could I ever blame you for standing up for yourself?" A breeze brushed past, lifting my hair and the anger that had been weighing on my chest. … I later heard that Nigel had gone bankrupt and left Saltmere to return to the countryside. Apparently, he was now the hick Arlo had so despised.

Mikhail “Azazel, what are you doing here?” I ask. Azazel’s lips tighten into slits as he gazes around cagily. “We have a problem, mate. Have you seen the news?” I shake my head. “No, why?” Sighing, Azazel walks to the living room and turns on the Television. A nondescript news anchor appears on the screen. Today on the news, a local boy, Travis Gentry, was found strangled in a garbage can near an uptown club. Travis Gentry was a football cornerback for the Arcata High Angels. Right now, the local police are calling for foul play. However, in a bizarre turn of events, witnesses have stepped up to say that Mr. Gentry was killed by a winged creature. We join you live with Jane Carlson at the cl

He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished." Evelyn collapsed to the ground, her spirit broken. "Murderers. You're all murderers."

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

Especially the girl named Kesha. Almina anxiously darted her eyes to the instructors and to Yman. She was worried about what would happen if the golems reached him first. For sure Yman would fall down the cliff if they attacked him. Everyone was holding their breath! Each of them has different thinking at the moment. Just a little more push to drop the boulder! However... Yman lost strength and tumbled face-first on the ground. He suddenly felt weak and unable to lift his arms anymore. The resonance has been canceled unexpectedly just before he succeeded!

Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life. The blacksmith stared out of the window of the moving bus before proceeding to spit outside. He was on his way to his parents where he would stay out of the reach of the demonic boy and the accursed house till things calmed down a little. After all, he had heard how Jason’s little witch brother was killed. The boy would be out for vengeance. That was one thing he could not deal with. He still remembered the day his wife traveled and he was in Jill’s apartment. Nobody was supposed to be home, not one. But the fool had come to Jill’s apartment, pushed open the damn without knocking, saw them naked and at eac

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

“He’s also the father of the woman who tried to kill me multiple times. I’m not going to pretend to be nice to make him comfortable.” “Fair. Just saying, watch your back. Men like Blackthorn don’t forgive public humiliation.” “Men like Blackthorn created the system that let his daughter become a monster. I’m not worried about his feelings.” The reception finally ended near midnight. Exhausted and emotionally drained, our group returned to our suite. “Day one down,” Ghost said, collapsing onto a couch. “Only four more days of political theater.” “Three more days, then the trial on day five,” I corrected. “The merger announcement is day three, remember?”

“Go back home. Now. There’s something else in the forest today besides me, and it’s not friendly.” Helena looked at the devastated clearing, at the broken bones, and at the man who seemed to be the center of all that hidden power. She realized that the strange coincidences and inexplicable events were not isolated incidents, but pieces of a supernatural puzzle being assembled around her. Dante Blackwood was the key to everything, the living trace of something ancient and fierce that claimed Blackwater as its own.