Supernatural Eileen Novels & Stories

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

I turned around as I approached the exit but unintentionally met his stare. "I don't believe you can't see me." I heard his last words as a sorrowful and dismal whisper across the air. I hate to say it, but that guy appears to be lonely. *** Euri was there waiting for me when I arrived at my house. Euri is a ghost who is a friend of mine. She guards our home not only from humans but also from evil spirits that lurk nearby. Euri's story is a little tragic; she was raped and murdered by a group of men, and her body was discarded in this place. I first saw her covered in blood and in such a filthy state when I came to this apartment hotel, but she transformed her appearance for me.

Princess Diana said. " How do we find her now?". Eddie asked, looking worried. " You guys should be careful". Cath said, facing Dave, Carson, and Eddie. " Yes, a goblin has the power to sense a supernatural being. So you guys should be careful. If she knows who you guys are, she will be after you". Susannah said to the three guys. Three of them looked at themselves while Eddie and Dave looked at Carson. " Wait, they are talking to the three of us, why are you guys looking at me?". Carson asked Dave and Eddie nervously.

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.

My eyes flashed open and I was back in the marquee on my chair, alive and well, without a scratch on my skin but terribly shaken by the experience as my heart plummeted and brain buzzed madly. “Madam Maxima, what does that demon want from me? Why is it after me?” I cried looking forward, expecting a series of explanations. But, no voice was heard as the motionless figure of Minerva Maxima lay motionless on her chair….Her tender body filled with cracked boils and ghastly marks as a result of thunderously repugnant electrocution. The creature’s voice had addressed Maxima, not Ellie, and the massive lightning discharge and struck her, leading to her gruesome demise. With her crystal ball lying

It would be too unjust and cruel to her own self. Eileen was a serpent, the devil's tool. It was just unfortunate that Simon didn't let himself see that. He didn't allow himself to see her for what she really was. But she did, and it was because she did that she had long made up her mind never to fall into Eileen's hand. It would be too cruel a hand to fall into. The woman could kill you, bury your body and never tell a soul. She would simply go about pretending to be an angel. And she wasn't ready to die at anyone's hand. Much less, Eileen's.

"My great-grandmother was the one who first documented the arrival of 'the starving one' and Eleanor's revolutionary solution to his hunger. But more importantly, she recorded what happened the last time Evangeline tried to reclaim him." Iris felt her breath catch as Sarah opened the journal, revealing pages covered in careful handwriting that chronicled decades of supernatural encounters. The entries were methodical, clinical, documenting everything from unexplained disappearances to mysterious recoveries, from protective rituals to the supernatural creatures who moved through Millbrook's shadows.

"Look—Jonathan Mercer called off his engagement three days before the wedding. Thomas Wainwright was left at the altar. David Chen, engagement broken after family objections." "Rejected," Elias murmured, his eyes meeting Casie's. "Their intended partners rejected all of them." The parallel was too perfect to be a coincidence. Someone was deliberately recreating her past trauma with each victim—men who'd experienced similar humiliation, positioned to represent elemental forces. "So our fifth victim would be someone with a broken engagement who has some connection to...what did you call it? Spirit?" Rick asked. "Someone with an innate connection to the supernatural," Elias repeated carefully.

Other supernaturals ran to save them. In the midst of it all, she saw Alexandra. The only supernatural without a saviour. Eleanor pushed off of Anthony and with the last of her strength, ran towards Alexandra. She heard shouts behind her, but she couldn't let Alexandra die. Not like this. Conjuring up a sword, she severed the head of the beast that held unto Alexandra. Out the corner of her eye, Eleanor saw Alexandra scramble up. Huffing and trying to stop her knees from buckling, Eleanor tiredly turned-

Not doing anything and Stephanie was tossed back like she wasn’t a supernatural. The woman who caused all the destruction turned to Danny and smiled like a cat. It was Clara in all black and a very weird crown. She moved a hand and everything went dark. Elizabeth woke up with a gasp and went into a coughing fit. Her husband opened his eyes and placed a hand on her shoulder which had her at peace. “What happened?” he asked. “I saw something” she replied. “What?” she asked. “Destruction of home world by that friend of Danny. The Savan” she explained.