Supernatural Crossroad Novels & Stories

Same reason. I shook my head with a wry smile. The orphanage had long been burned down to ashes. How could children who had already reincarnated be killed again? The landlord cursed a few times and left. Death's voice echoed in my ears. "Astrid, you have 24 hours left before your soul is annihilated." When I followed Nicholas home, Madison was live-streaming, crying, and pleading her innocence. "The person in the video is Astrid! She hates me for ruining her life of luxury and refuses to come out and clarify things..."

The truth we’d have to keep hidden. I turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I’d crossed the line tonight. And once you crossed, there was no going back. The only question left was whether Ava and I were strong enough to survive whatever came next.

I dashed for the pup drawing on my restrained powers to simmer to life. The ground near the pup shimmered, warped, like heat waves. A rift hung in the air impossible and pulsing, leaking tendrils of shadow. Whatever lurked within it was ancient. Hungry. The guards couldn’t get close. Their weapons flickered out of focus, their feet dragged as if wading through molasses. But I wasn’t afraid, I'd seen this darkness more times than I wanted to remember. I ran straight into it. The moment I crossed the line, my magic surged. Not gentle. Not graceful. It roared through me like a tidal wave. My skin lit with golden runes, unfamiliar symbols clawing to the surface of my flesh.

or that dead man walking called Quinton “Maybe they switched clubs, there is another club downtown. We better go check it out”, Taylor suggested, and we all headed towards the exit. Quinton is so dead As we walked to the car, the was a piercing woman's scream for help that was shortly silenced and God forbid, I knew that voice from somewhere “Did you guys hear that?”, I asked the guys and they both shook their heads Call me crazy, but that's Layla “It's coming from over there”, I said already running towards the direction I heard the scream from

Their eyes once shining with nothing but self proclaimed righteousness, now shining with genuine determination to help the supernatural realm they looked down in the past and helping their brother Michael and Lucifer. Magic ignited the sky. In the middle of the battlefield, a tall figure appeared, casually eating a burger, as if the apocalypse wasn’t happening. A young man with messy hair, hoodie soaked from rain, and a bored expression. One of the Alphas choked. It was alpha Trevor Cross Wallace of Blood Crusade pack. “Glu-ther?”

The air crackled with an otherworldly tension as the supernatural forces converged, bringing about a momentous event that transcended the boundaries of the known. As the child stood in the center of the birthing sanctuary, an ethereal glow surrounded them. The prophecy's fulfillment manifested in a breathtaking display of supernatural energy, radiating outward and creating an intricate dance of light and shadow. It was a spectacle that held the werewolves and vampires alike in awe, as they witnessed the culmination of ancient predictions. However, with the fulfillment of the prophecy came an unexpected aftermath. The consequences of such cosmic convergence began to ripple through the superna

Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and I straightened. "What?" I asked quickly. Desperately. But the look on her face made my heart sink, and my shoulders sag. I'd hoped too soon. "It is called the Crossing," she said. "And my child, it is dangerous." "How dangerous?" Zephyr asked. Her eyes shifted to him, then back to me. "The Crossing is when your soul travels beyond the veil, to the realm of spirits. A place between life and death. Between soul and flesh. The curse is tethered to your womb by unnatural means. To undo it… is to face it from the inside. Spirit to spirit."

As she approached, he helped her into the saddle, then climbed onto his own. The moment their mounts galloped beyond the sanctuary gates, the fog seemed to recoil. But the woods beyond remained treacherous. As they rode, Catherine whispered enchantments to cloak their presence, while Father Emmanuel—now riding with them—recited protective scriptures beneath his breath. They were not simply traveling through land anymore. They were crossing into the spiritual battlefield. They reached the river crossing by dawn. The old bridge had collapsed under mysterious circumstances, as if clawed by something massive. Catherine knelt by the splintered wood. “This wasn’t rot. Look at the burn marks.”

Not like she was supporting the enemy which was actually Clara and Kieran, but they were kicking some home world butt. “And you got it” Ronnie said and she didn’t like her tone. “You’re lying”. “Not like I care or anything, but Supernaturals are dying. Just a reminder”. The seal was close enough to what she saw. She had seen it in her mind and it was close. The wings were on her back now and Ronnie had a smirk and Danny grabbed her by her wrist and she was glowing purple. “Like hell I’ll let you out of my sight”. And they made their way to the battlefield. She had arrived just in time to see spinning death going towards every soldier. The power alone radiating off of it scared her. But she d

but-- There was someone standing in the center of the village. Covered with a cloak, she walks forward to the ends of the blue flame village as her shadow covered the darkness... In ancient times, there was an existing being who was considered a pure curse that wields the power of calamity. If one bears this cursed child, it must be killed in instant or the world will be in a dire catastrophe. A child of opposite races –a Lighten and a Darken child, a Lighten and a Mortal Child, and, a Darken and a Mortal child. They are called- The Crossbreeds.