Supernatural Chronos Novels & Stories

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

Elliott said, taking the pressure off of Aaron and giving Christian the opportunity to do what he loves to do most—talk. He cleared his throat, and I settled back in my seat, thinking this would be round two of storytelling. “There isn’t much to say. Just... yeah... I’ve heard he knows a lot, that he has powers beyond your typical Vampire, a lot like Holland. Except, he is said to be able to transcend time and space. I have never heard that he knows how to kill Guardians, but if that’s what she’s looking for....” He stopped talking abruptly, and we all waited for him to finish the sentence. He didn’t. Brandon asked, “So you do think it’s possible?” Christian had already said in this very mee

And without another word, she turned and disappeared into the trees. I stood there motionless for a second. It was now dark and Atlas and I needed to get home before any other creatures decided to target us. I nodded at Atlas, signalling my command for him to shift. My large white wolf tore out of me, relived to be let out after being made so angry and frustrated by the encounter with the seer. I raced through the night, closely followed by Atlas's black wolf who I could tell was also happy to be released. I went over the seer’s words in my head. Hybrids were very rare as the races of supernatural beings hated each other. If hybrids did occur, they were outcasts and viewed as the lowest of t

All the others in the house slept early because there was work the next day, so I was the only one downstairs watching. While I waited for the water to flow through the plumbing, I drank coffee, smoked, and watched TV. So I changed the channel around 11:30 PM since this was the time my favorite show started. I wonder if any of you are familiar with the suspense thriller series "The Twilight Zone"? It featured short videos and stories about the macabre, the paranormal, and the supernatural. Its stories are very similar to the ones we have here at The Supernatural Spa. Anyway... After around 15 to 20 minutes, the water company finally allowed their precious liquid to flow to the residents and

The scenario turned awkward, and the tension built just watching it unfold. “Did I ask something wrong?” “No,” he answered. “I lead them like an alpha, but I'm not an alpha. In the early days when the curse began in families, some had crescent moons as their mark. The alphas get a full moon. That hasn't happened in over ten generations.” “But wolves still need a leader,” Orion chipped in. “That's why Mr Franklin, being the one with more experience, is doing that for us.” “Are we done lecturing the newbie so we can get back to business at hand?” Cameron spoke impatiently.

“Today, that transparency is under attack by the Sovereign State of Xylos. They are not fighting for profit; they are fighting for the right to maintain their own darkness. Their weapon—the Chronos Echo—is designed to make you doubt your history, your contracts, and your future.” She revealed the SSX’s intent without compromising the SLP’s technical integrity. She promised a defense that would be absolute. The broadcast was a success—it shifted public fear toward measured resolve, but it also painted a massive target on The Dawn Project. With the Chronos Engine Blueprints secured, Lena began the analysis. Her conclusion was devastating:

Lucas said with regret in his voice. Xavier ran his fingers gently along the edge of my portrait. His lips moved soundlessly, and I leaned closer and heard him whisper, "I'm sorry." But what good was his apology now? I no longer cared about the Lowes. "I'm sorry, Willow. We owe you so many apologies, but we know they mean nothing now. In your next life, I hope you find a family that treats you with the love and warmth you deserve." My vision blurred, and I realized ghosts could cry, too. I gently wiped the tears away from my eyes and felt at peace before my soul faded away.

was a miniature singularity that pulled at the players' very souls. "Welcome to the Qualifiers," Vesper said, her eyes turning a deep, predatory violet. "Opponent: The Chronos-Guard. They have never lost a game because they’ve already played every possible version of it." Across the frozen light, five figures emerged. They didn't move; they teleported in rhythmic, stuttering increments. They were the masters of time-dilation, and they looked at the Feral Six as if they were already fossils. The Face-Off