Supernatural Crossovers Novels & Stories

"There are places in the cemetery that crisscross with other ones." A sinking sensation hits my gut. "I was near the edge of the gravesite where it meets the edge of the woods." "That explains the power surge. But Brene, this also means that you've got a shit-ton of magical ability inside you- mostly untapped." "Thanks, except I don't want it."

I know how to make more money than you can count! "Those greedy, corrupt people, parasites who live off other people's blood. I remove them and take back the wealth they stole. "What's wrong with that? I'm delivering justice!" "Justice?" I let out a cold laugh and crouched in front of her. "Don't use justice as an excuse for having no limits. "You killed Amelia Fernandez because her husband owed loan sharks money. And while you were at it, you stole the gold. "You killed that elderly corporate spy because the information she'd swallowed could be sold for a fortune.

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

A man with eyes like lightning. "Selene," I murmured. "And Zeus." Damian's eyes widened. "You remember?" I nodded. "They said the world was ending. That I have to find the hybrids." A knock on the front door interrupted us. Moments later, Austin appeared at the bedroom door. His expression was grim. "We have visitors. They're not from any known pack. One of them... might be one of the hybrids." That pulled me upright. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My joints screamed in protest, but I didn’t care.

"The overseas inquiries we discussed—they're not just requests for consultation. Supernatural entities from three different continents are requesting immediate assistance with crisis situations that threaten their regional stability." The implications struck me immediately. While we had been debating the confederation's future development, supernatural communities on other continents had apparently reached crisis points that only experienced intervention could resolve. "What kind of crisis situations?" I asked, already knowing the answer would complicate everything. "Mass awakening events similar to what we experienced, but without any support structures or constitutional frameworks to manag

As strange occurrences plagued Everwood—disappearing pets, flickering streetlights, and odd markings etched on the town's trees—the friends realized they were at the center of a supernatural storm. They soon found an ally in the enigmatic Dr. Harper, a scientist with a haunted past, who had been studying the interdimensional rifts that plagued Everwood for decades. Together, they embarked on a perilous journey, navigating both the quaint charm of their town and the treacherous depths of the Upside Realms. As the boundaries between the two worlds blurred, the friends encountered creatures that defied logic and a malevolent force known as the Shadow Weaver, a spectral entity manipulating the f

I straightened in my seat. “There has never been a hybrid like you in our recorded history. Wolves and witches do not mix. Supernatural beings rarely mix with each other at all.” Another Elder nodded. If they do, their magic becomes unstable, bloodlines reject each other. Most unions fail before they even begin.” “And if a child is conceived between two supernatural species,” said the man, “that child does not survive.” My chest tightened. “Then how—” “You are an exception,” the oldest Elder said firmly. “The only one we know of and your existence changes everything.”

The Morrison children woke screaming from shared nightmares of beautiful monsters and dying gardens, while their parents found themselves remembering half-forgotten stories about things that walked in darkness. At the center of the awakening town, Dr. William Cross sat in his study surrounded by medical journals that no longer seemed adequate to explain the phenomena he had witnessed over recent months. The unusual injuries, the patients who spoke of encounters with impossible beauty, the way certain flowers seemed to accelerate healing in ways that defied scientific explanation. As the network's influence touched his consciousness, decades of suppressed observations crystallized into terrif

They supplied armaments, regimented their soldiers and lost a lot of their population to casualties. A decree between New World Order and The Communion, the council for creatures, changeling and wolves alike, drafted the decree which entailed assistance should the other species need it. Otherwise they'd go on living as they had. The 'assistance' part was ambiguously defined. So it fell into the hands of deciding entities what it meant and how it meant. To the world, it was mainly but not limited to medical interventions. The supernaturals had a genetic code that can only be studied, not replicated or created. Creatures had voluntarily given their blood, DNA, whatever required to cure humans

moving towards the dark path of not just magic but everything and she knew that she had to fix it because without Destiny the world we had been working towards would be destroyed. That the princess that Destiny is carrying would never be born because she would find a way to miscarry to avenge my death and that she needed to born and the son after that would never exists and he also needed to be born all for the royal babies were a must and so she has to resurrect me and she will bestow the part of her soul to Destiny and me of life or death and we would have the choice to choose who lives or dies. So she stops talking to and I sense sadness and fear and I feel my mate anger and her heartbre