Supernatural Eileen Novels & Stories

The power of a Super Sanctuary level cultivator was not to be taken lightly. "What just happened, Madam Eileen? Can you please explain it to us?" Chester and Zeke were still a little confused. Eileen frowned. "She's one of the Kiwanis Club elders, a Super Sanctuary level cultivator. I think Wilbur killed her son, and she came here for revenge." "What? How would Wilbur even know her son?" Chester frowned. Eileen glanced at the bamboo forest behind her. "Lily Sharn used to work for Angie's son, but Wilbur brought her back here. I'm pretty sure Angie was telling the truth, and Wilbur really did kill her son."

she replied, watching him go. Myra was more than just a friend to Eileen, she was a spy from the Red Crest Pack, acting on Juno’s orders to stay close to the Castile family. While she had been Eileen’s confidante for years, she was already planning her next move: befriending Aubrey. She didn't care about Eileen’s loyalty, she cared only for the power of the Crux and the Red Crests. Meanwhile, back at the Castile estate, Eileen had just arrived. She was fuming and slightly intoxicated as she stepped out of her car. As she approached the gate, she noticed a man standing there, his eyes fixed on the house.

Eileen took a breath and hit send. Her heart was pounding. She got up and began to pace the floor, her hands on her head. Mrs. Maya gulped down a glass of water, trying to steady her nerves. The cool morning breeze drifted through the kitchen window, but both women were sweating like they’d been locked in a furnace. Then— Ping. They both lunged for the phone. The message was simple: Who are you? Eileen's throat tightened. She typed: I can’t tell you who I am, but I’m inside the Santiago mansion.

Yrene spat at her, and Eileen took out her knife, casually. "You're going to tell the triplets all that?" She asked, slowly. "Yes." Yrene replied confidently, and I could not believe the nasty look on Eileen's face. She was supposed to look shocked, and tell Yrene she was being stupid. How could Eileen kill our father, and hers? That was impossible.

There seemed to be a hidden meaning in Killain's words and I turned to look at him. Do they have a hBd in his mother's death? It wouldn't be surprising at this point. Humans could do whatever they can to get what they want. "Killian, why are you taking her side? It's good you can see now so you'd know the kind of person she is," Eileen's voice was soft as she spoke, her eyes glistening. Why did her tone towards Killain change now? My eyes turned to slits as I glared at her in annoyance.

As I was coordinating the final preparations with Nathanial and Elijah, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, her presence both a surprise and a glimmer of hope. “Evelyn?” I gasped, recognizing the tall, elegant woman who approached us with determined strides. Dr. Evelyn Harper, a renowned scientist, and an old friend, had arrived. We hadn’t seen each other in years, her work taking her to the far corners of the globe. “Emily,” Evelyn greeted me with a warm, though hurried, embrace. “I came as soon as I heard. We don’t have much time.” Evelyn had always been fascinated by the supernatural, a fact she kept hidden from her scientific peers. Her research delved into the realms of the unkn

Elizabeth said with a worried expression fearing this time that she wouldn’t be able to make him trust her words. If the religious woman did believe her version of the story and confirmed it then Henry would probably wound not accept it since he was a man who had little time for religious superstitions. "Probably more than you want to hear." "Try me, Elizabeth." "Well apparently our renowned Lord Reginald was in fact attacked by a creature of the night, and a nun has tasked us to find it, identify it and lastly destroy it." Henry's expression towards Elizabeth's words was one of sarcastic amusement.

“Really? I'm the only one privileged enough to know that there is something out there that answers our prayers? How fair is that, Samael?” “You are not one of them.” “Look at me! I am. And I'm not an idiot. I get that you can't fly streamers around the world saying immortals exist. But what if you did it slowly over time?” He reached for my wrist, brushing it with his palm. I let him do so. “Tell me, Shannon. Based on what you've seen. What would be kinder?” I thought of the incubus eviscerating the woman. Noor's decapitation. Samael's games.

Is this the soul eater or is this something that merely has her shape? Confused, I move to stand up and see what she does, but she refuses to release her grip on me and now I have no choice but to divulge my hand to her. Pulling out a gun filled with silver bullets from under the covers, I had found out in the last couple of weeks, that silver affects supernatural beings. When she looks down at the gun, something clicks in her head, and I see recognition on her face the moment she glares at me with those eyes.