Supernatural Crossroad Novels & Stories

I looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, and my thoughts began to drift. Six years ago, under a moon just like this, Willow had pulled me over from the side of the road on a whim—just to spite Luther—and confessed to me. Back then, I really believed it was a stroke of luck. I had always had a crush on her and believed that as long as we were together, I could, one day, win her heart. Yet over the past six years, she had broken plans with me time after time because of Luther. He forced his way into our lives with stubborn persistence. It wasn't that I had never thought about giving up, but after Willow gave birth to Naomi, I once believed she might return to our little family.

No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought. Eden and Balan walked along the Butterfly Fairy Road beside the Nanye River. On the paving stones engraved with magical symbols were a layer of shimmering fairy dust. Here and there were bushes of Fairy Bush - the ugly weed in the eyes of people in Blind Gathering - shining like small lanterns that gave directions for pedestrians.

“I knew we should have killed her when we had the chance.” “You didn’t want to deal with the paperwork or go on leave,” Devon muttered. Michael shrugged and nodded. It was true. We had a run-in with the Trivisonnos a couple of years ago and Michael had almost killed Sera in the crossfire. It was an accidental shot and if she had died, she would have been a casualty of circumstances. The circumstances were that she was with the mafia when the FBI was raiding their warehouse. Michael had felt guilty about the incident. Apparently, his guilt was short-lived.

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…

An eight years old kid facing a place with nothing but ruins and ashes as well as spooky whispering on the air was a horror that could put you in trauma for a life time. His dad gave him his first task and that was to harvest a soul when he didn’t even know how to do it. He was left there alone in the middle of the crossroad. There’s nothing much has changed. The cold paved road with some sand, the bleak sky, spooky atmosphere, some crumbled old buildings, wandering spirits and whispering of hatreds and regrets. These are the true form of Judgment Road and only demons, angels, or guardians can see it.

It was a phantom wolf, its eyes sparkling with an eerie intelligence. The pack gazed in amazement and horror as the spirit wolf approached, and then, in a voice that seemed to reverberate from the very bowels of the ground, it uttered, "The Moonlit Meadow is at a crossroads, and the threads of destiny are unraveling. Choices will be made, alliances destroyed, and new destiny established. You are all part of a larger scheme, and the day of reckoning is upon you."

She crossed one leg over the other and smiled slightly as she saw Bianca asleep. "I came in through the door, Mister Wolf. No magic can stop me from entering Crossroad Café. We obey the goddess Hecate, the goddess of crossroads, and there's no way I can't enter a place named after a crossroad and placed at the crossroads..." _What are you doing here?_ "I came to see her," she answered, pointing to the young woman asleep on the sofa. "I've just come back from the reception of the new Luna, and the rumors are flying about Bianca. »

"Erik, if you could, please, clear the way." Selena asks Erik, who comes by her side and kneels with one knee on the ground. He then let go of Gryffindor's sword, making it disappear, and put both hands in the ground. With some magic pumping, Erik transfigures and transmutes the collapsed corridor, cleaning the way of the debris and creating stone supports for the ceiling and walls. As he finishes cleaning the way, fresh air with the smell of forest hits their faces. It seems that the corridor collapse had destroyed Salazar's magic on the exit to the forest and now it will be always open.

I still can’t see his eyes, but I feel them–boring into me, as if he could peel back the layers of my skull and read my thoughts directly. “You broke the law,” he says slowly. “The sacred law.” The words land like thunder, even though I don’t know what they mean. My hands tremble. Somewhere deep inside, something shifts. A crack. A fracture. “I…. What law? What sacred law?” I whisper. He leans in. I can smell something on him now–ash, maybe. Earth. Something old. “The one spoken of only in whispers. The one no one, not even the elders dare to challenge. And yet…. You did.”

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!