Supernatural Djinn Novels & Stories

My blurry vision of a man shows a bright blue pair of eyes that calms like the sea. That man inches closer and bit my neck, I gasped for the last moment as I breathed the air. I lost all my senses. - The old tales said that the demon who came from the underworld choses the land as his domain, and monsters and creatures attacked the humans. It was then the hero with the help of the temple fought the evil creatures for peace. The Demon King fought hand in hand with the hero, with him having defeated and formed a contract instead and sealed his power for the peace of both creatures and living, thus the evil forces did not flee and stayed hidden deep in the forest. The hero and the temple founde

My expression remained rather calm. I struck a never with my words as Harry shook and pummeled me with his anger. But the sight of his father brought him to a calm. "I see that you are already getting to know Prince Damon. He's one of the finest in the supernatural world and soon, you would be having personal training with him!" He almost let the sneer slip through. His knuckles squeezed so tightly until they burst white. "It would indeed to an honor to learn under him!" Only I could sense the deep-rooted hate in his voice.

Stuart Newlin hadn't come home for over a month. I clenched my phone, hesitating, fingers trembling as I debated calling him. I wanted to beg him to come back. I wanted to beg him to look at me. A familiar, searing ache tore through me. The heat had come again. I am a pureblood succubus. Every seven days, I need love to sustain me, to get through these merciless ruts. Stuart is my boyfriend, but he is not a good master.

That thing resembled a skinny man, with slimy purple skin, long fingers, and wielding a long blue tunic of high grade, infused most likely with many powerful runes to enhance his malefic magic powers… while also wielding a large cane with a giant blue jewel on it. Of course, the "thing", which the young half-vampire feared wasn't simply a skinny man, it was not even a "man" as a person, it was more than that… it was a being whose very being was different, twisted, and malicious. It was a monster, for many races within Ginnungagap, and she, who was born from a human mother and a Fallen Vampire father, believed that those that took the lives of the innocent in such ways were monsters.

Rider Sikandar asked before unleashing a bright flash upon the officers. The officers fired their guns but Pillion-Riding Sikandar blocked all of them using a barrier made of fire, which melted the bullets on contact. When the flash disappeared, a giant black humanoid creature with black skin and glowing red eyes towered over the officers at a hundred meters. It had a turban, a sleeveless coat and pajamas. Its roar shook the onlookers from the inside. “Don’t worry, it’s just an illusion,” Zeba assured everyone. The djinn grabbed one of the helicopters that got close, shook the people inside it out of the chopper and threw it into a hill, making it explode. Luckily, everyone had parachutes, s

dajir: Now your blood is mixed with the blood of the jinn, Malik. You can summon us if you need to at any time, and your life will be extended indefinitely. We will make you happy forever, like the jinn, and provide you with the means of happiness. We will prevent you from the worries that sadden you, and we will make killing easy for you and readily available. The three, Zafir, Nafir, and dajir, disappear from Malik's sight.

It's no wonder this is assumed to be not real because that isn't even the half of the story. Their husbands were twins, too, but they were fraternal, not identical. This is even stranger because they are said to be part Vampire, Dragon, and Djinn. This is a weird combination, but apparently, they look like men can breathe fire in any form. They can transform into a form of dragon that is strange because it's not a full transformation. Since they are only part dragon, they can only change a little. The legend says one had wings and claws while the other turned green grew a tail and claws. The Djinn genes are the most troubling facts, though a Djinn is basically a genie. They have the power to

She was bathed in purple and it was creeping up on Ronnie who was clearly unbothered. “You better know what you’re doing” she heard her thoughts loud and clear and she too was bathed in purple and soon the entire apartment. Slowly the light died down. “Did it work?” Danny whispered. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?!” she sounded angry. There was a chance that it didn’t work. “Why did you come to me anyway?” “You’re one of the strongest Supernaturals I know”. “Touching” she rolled her eyes.

You're trying to dodge my question Sir. "I'm not dodging your question because it has no answer. There's no way you could bring me back since I never died." "What do you mean you never died? And where are you if you didn't die?" "Djinns don't die, they just expire when their time's up. That's what happened with me. The magical fact about us djinns is ... we're just like batteries. When the power goes down,we tend to weaken and gradually we shut down and if someone's merciful enough... he'd charge us again and just like that we'd become active again."

Liu Feng was already walking over before Zen finished his sentence, most likely curious to learn what the unknown bloodline did. With the three assassins distracted again, Zen turned his focus back to Akiko and read the description. The djinn was a kind of fae from a different culture of mythology. The only difference between a djinn and its fae counterparts was its inability to move freely. It had to be bound to an inanimate object and was subjected to serving its master and granting wishes. It was bound by a powerful magical contract or a curse to its host object, but apart from this side effect, the djinn was rather powerful.