Supernatural Crossroad Novels & Stories

"Possibly. The prophecy is vague about timing and specifics. But if she is the one, then everything happening at Moonrise Academy right now isn't coincidence. It's convergence. The supernatural world reaching a crisis point where we either evolve or collapse into chaos." She set the grimoire on the table between us and opened it to a marked page. The illustration showed a figure surrounded by different supernatural creatures. Wolves, vampires, fae, witches, all connected by threads of light emanating from the central figure's hands. And below the image, written in script so old I could barely read it: The child of two worlds will stand at the crossroads. In her right hand, salvation. In her

"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."

And she winked at me before her and her vampires disappeared into the night faster than we could even fathom. “Meadow. What the hell was that?” Arlo mind linked me. “I don’t know. She could hear my mind link.” I said. And I turned to look at Lucas. I concentrated on just talking to him. He wasn’t a member of this pack, so he shouldn’t be able to hear any of our mind links. “Lucas. Can you hear me?” I mind linked. “Yeah.” He said, cocking his head to the side. He was also trying to figure it out.

She stood in front of me even though I could tell she was terrified. "Look I have no idea what kind of psychopathic cult shit you got her in but she is staying with me," Kris said and a growl reverberated through Creed's chest. "Creed," I warned and he stopped immediately. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "There is a reason the majority of the world doesn't know about the existence of the supernaturals." "What the fuck it's like I just stepped into a roleplaying game." Kris was flabbergasted at the words coming put of Creed's mouth.

For a moment, his heart kept shivering. The Lightning Tribulation was a very mysterious existence. If someone else nearby had the Tribulation Crossing, the said Tribulation Crossing person would be deemed to have sought the other person for help. Then, the size of the Lightning Tribulations’ power would be determined based on the two people’s overall strength. One should not say that it was some sort of artificial manipulation, intelligent technology and so on. On the contrary, this was the fair play embodied in the rules of God’s Path. Hence, when Alex was having the Tribulation Crossing, he shut Charioce in the force field to come in as a scapegoat. So naturally, Charioce was instantly fur

The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the trees, casting long shadows over the small cemetery nestled behind the old church. The scent of fresh soil lingered in the air, mingling with the faint fragrance of flowers laid gently over Esmeralda’s resting place. The ceremony had been quiet, intimate—just a handful of close friends and family gathered around in solemn reflection.

The nerves in my body quietly tensed. Soon, a sleek black car pulled up at the building. Thomas's eyes lit up, and he eagerly waved his hand. "Babe!" Imogen stepped out, impeccably dressed in a cream suit, cradling an enormous bouquet of roses.

Children with mixed supernatural and human heritage thrived, embodying the unity and harmony their ancestors had fought for. In this new era of coexistence, the supernatural world and the human realm became a shining example for other realms, both mundane and mystical. Their story spread far and wide, inspiring other beings to embrace compassion and acceptance. Supernatural communities around the globe followed the example set by the Bridgeborn, establishing their own councils and fostering connections with humans. The ripples of love and unity emanated throughout the multiverse, creating a network of interconnected realms built upon the principles of harmony and understanding.

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

There was no bowl of holy water, and no altar, but there was a large cross in front. It was an unusual cross because it was colored black and had a pointed end. It looked almost like an anchor if you look at it closely enough. Uncle went nearer to it a bit, and he saw that there was a person nailed on that cross. This nailed body was very pale, had short hair, and was bloody all over. Uncle couldn’t stare at it for too long because he would feel his stomach churning whenever he saw the blood flowing out of the body’s palms. Uncle tried to force himself to move but it felt like he was sucked in by the cross towards the lady in black who was standing below it. He felt as if he was standing on