Supernatural Crossroad Novels & Stories

By the day's end,New Orleans and some other cities Supernatural world had turned into a disaster. Cases of disappearance of Magic,Wolves scampering about and Vampires burning to death under the sun from their Daylights rings failure. The Academy was the only place which still managed to have a bit of sanity reserved. It was at least a bit better than the mornings were everything danced in the state of turmoil.

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

the voice sounds closer and my body feels goose bumps rising. I turn to my left and see a blur figure, my body moves forward on impulse. The fear in my heart slowly reduces when I see a familiar face, it's Mr. Trump in a white garment. I don't believe in ghosts but this feels so real, I wish someone could pinch me right now. "Mr. Trump?" I ask putting a little distance between us. "Yes child, I see you're going through a lot of emotional pain but I want to assure you that everything will be fine if you listen to your heart. Do what is best for your baby." He says looking far a head.

There was a tiny path leading to their home, much like a footpath. Because I didn't want anyone to call me, I strode very fast to the gate to escape them. Grandma always wanted to know where everyone was going. I don't mean to sound disrespectful but man, she had her nose on everybody else's business. Immediately I was out of the compound I began walking normally, singing some song I can't even recall well right now. My mind was consumed by thoughts that I didn't pay much attention to what was happening around me. It was the strange sounds that brought me to my senses. The path seemed to be getting consumed by some strange light. The bushes around me came to a strong standstill, no swaying,

He laughed to himself and steeled himself even more. After what felt like a few years of walking to him he finally saw it. The crossroad. The roads were dusty yellow with a few cracks travelling through them. The man stood on the left side of the road where at the edge of it stood an old wooden sign post that threatened to fall at any moment. The signs were pointing towards a direction with the names on them. The forwards, left, right arrows read ‘NOWHERE’, while the last arrow which pointed towards the road that he came from read, ‘MAYBE SOMEWHERE’.

Ethan's life hung in the balance, his very existence teetering on the precipice of annihilation, and Conard vowed to unleash the full fury of his wrath upon the monstrous entity that threatened his fallen comrade. Lady Susan, a member of the Werewolf God Destroyer, and her loyal companion, Ryan, stood at the precipice of a new adventure. Their mission was clear: to find the remaining three God Supreme souls, scattered across the vast expanse of existence. With no werewolf wielder to guide them, their path was uncertain, yet their resolve was unwavering. Lady Susan and Ryan, the valiant duo of the Werewolf God Destroyer, embarked on a perilous quest to gather the scattered fragments of the Go

“Time to see the Council.” Alex nods but doesn’t say a word. However, his eyes reflect his misery as he waits for me to open the door. Councilmember Corbin James, Gadriel Saint, and Lukan Garron are standing on our front porch. The men look grim and austere as they gaze upon us. “Mikhail Cross, on behalf of the Supernatural Council, you are being remanded under the charge of murdering the human boy, Travis Gentry. Please step forward and release your wings.” I step forward and release my wings with flutter as each man takes a position to restrain them. Gadriel stands behind me and places a chain around my wings with a click. The chain is spelled to keep supernatural beings with wings grounde

"We find a way to destroy them both." Mother's lips curved in a small, approving smile. "Finally, someone with spine." I looked between the two women, doubt warring with the temptation of revenge. "Did you see what Cross is? What he can do? He's not just a werewolf with lycan blood. He's something else entirely." "All creatures can be killed," Sara said coldly. "Even hybrids." Her certainty was both attractive and frightening. "With what? Silver barely affected him before, and now we know why. What weapon could possibly hurt something like him?" I couldn't keep the frustration from my voice.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 019: McCarthy v Rodrigo. Spencer was so shocked to find out that Bruno had been working with Mr Rodrigo feeding him information about his business and personal life. Spencer grabbed the gun and aimed at Bruno's head, Bruno begged for mercy and pleaded for his life shaking as the gun was facing in between his eyebrows, sweat dripping from his face, and a cool shiver down his spine. “what have I gotten myself into?” Bruno thought to himself.

“We’ll call it off. Move on to someone worthy of you.” If she thought he was ready to fall back to her endless matchmaking. Then she thought wrong. Jaxon’s eyes narrowed, cutting through his mother’s condescension. Not now. Naomi paused, her mouth half open, as the organists began to play louder than they had been playing. A slow, haunting melody poured out across the room, silencing the crowd. Naomi blinked in confusion before recovering, offering him a nervous smile. Even she didn’t know what was happening. Jaxon turned toward the grand doors just as they groaned open.