Supernatural Djinn Novels & Stories

I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me. "Thanks for the blessing. Psychopath." I spoke softly. The bell above the front door rang. "Mark! We got a job!" My new apprentice shouted from outside. "They pulled an unidentified body out of the Hillsbalt River! It's been in the water so long that it's falling apart! The police want you to stitch it back together!" "Charge extra! Water damage costs double!" I shouted back. Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside.

“I heard all about the Swantons and Princess Veronica. Stephanie told me about the night you defeated a werepanther leader. I've been an ass to you that night, uh? I think I need to apologize to you again for my reaction.” “Oh, the Swantons… you do need to know about them. As for that night, hopefully, that’s behind us now?” “Yes, if you tell me what your meeting was about,” said Frank, pouring water into the coffee machine. “This week, Eva and I have been working on a case regarding a clan of djinns roaming close to a werewolf pack in Sudbury. The CMMA found out that the djinn I killed in Chicago last weekend is from the same clan as the ones we’ve been investigating this week.”

Thanks to the creature , she was able to know everything that was going on in the palace. She was overjoyed that Sadiq had been found and that her plan was going to work at long last. . Laila ➡ Finally.... Finally.... Things here in order now... My plan will be successful.... Nothing.. Nothing else will stand in my way... . As she was celebrating, A demonic djinn appears before her, Laila is surprised by its presence and asks it what it wants. . Djinn ➡ Marhaba! Laila.. .

He muttered. "But." I tried speaking but he had interrupted me immediately. "No but!!" He snorted. "I have sent my djinn along that emotional swine back to the human world. He will do the major work while we sit low and enjoy the fun." He chuckled hard. "Won't the djinn be caught??" I mumbled, wearing so much doubt in my calm voice. "He's not just an ordinary djinn. He is well trained and ancient as well. He will cause a love train to go on with all of them." He grinned.

That was because the Swarm Queen's blue blade had already pierced into his chest. Spurt! Fresh blood spurt out from his wound. However, the blood was not scarlet red, but a brilliant blue… "You…" Djinn's expression twisted when he saw what happened. He was not suffering… He could not even feel the pain. Then, his body slowly began to sway before crumpling on the ground. His life was slowly being drained away. Djinn seemed to remember something. He blew his final breath and said, "You… You're Belladonna Cult's Guardian… The cult's most powerful ace…"

But what did the djinn mean when he said another trap has fallen into their trap? The moment her eyes met those dangerous green eyes, it hit her. Tons of grim reapers has been reported missing since a decade ago. They are the cause. The djinn! The rumors in the Eternal says that the culprit wears purple cloak, has green eyes, and a pair of long sharp horns. No matter how Mara look at it, she's sure enough that this is the culprit. "What did you do?" She asked. "What do you think a devil will do, little girl?"

Eden grabbed the blue-haired guy's cold hand, his eyes sparkling brightly: "I'll take this bracelet too. I'll sell the blood if need be." Jin Iblisamal brushed Eden's hand away. Aside from his partner - the incubus who was always smiling downstairs - he refused all close skin contact, especially young wizard-in-training and his vampire brother. Jin didn't bear any grudge against these two. In contrast, he even liked them a lot. Both of them did not look down upon him. Many people have done that before being reminded in a friendly manner by him using his fist). The problem was that Balan had always been full of mint, a pungent smell like punching his nose and making him blush. As for Eden Nol

Carefully, Innis stepped forward, almost next to the ghost. She examined him. “He does look similar. Are you Finn Andago?” “No. I’m his son, Tidann.” Her mouth widened. “But you were a life mage! A healer!” The man laughed, his laugh pure and sincere. “Granddaughter, think about it—who could be a better healer than a necromancer? I could have chased death away from everyone, and recovering was just a matter of time. Two sides of the same coin, really. Death is scary, but flip the coin, and you’ll get life.”

Neither of which I’m inclined to hand over, thank you very much. Sufian must’ve enchanted the seal to release black magic. Especially one that releases djinns. If I anger the djinn, it would only endanger the safety of an innocent civilian. The outcome is definitely a possession of some sort. I have to play with the djinn until it’s perfect timing to strike it through completely. The fire slowly spread across my body. Intertwining across my torso, arms, legs. It’s the caress of a lover. I shuddered.