Supernatural Eileen Novels & Stories

“Kelpies, fae, giants, changelings, and some particularly nasty ghosties.” I shook my head at the word ghosties, but couldn’t help grinning. “What was it, in the end? If it wasn’t her?” Dad gently closed the journal, but kept one hand inside it to keep his page. “Another witch. One who was far less powerful than Lady Luna, but infinitely more devious. She knew how to lay her tracks, and how to evade capture. But we got her, in the end.” “You didn’t kill her?” I raised my eyebrows. Most supernatural creatures met their end if found by a hunter.

Elara sneezed and wags her tail. "Elara, I know what you want to say but, they needed answers too. That's the only thing that we can do for now." Eula stated and never look back to the three kings. "Witches are really powerful. I got scared for a minute there. One of the reasons why I'm afraid on my wife." Arnold commented. "Me too... Her powerful aura and presence - it's also dangerous too." Isis commented. "That is why messing up with them isn't in the recommendation." Salvrine stated and they continued investigating the area to find more clues.

“No. They speculated — vampires, dragons, demons, even witches — but no one ever knew for certain what he was.” I thought back to how I’d found Elizabeth in the lift. I hadn’t expected her, but when she spoke just before the doors slid open, I knew she was there. Her eyes were dull, filled with tears, and she’d looked at me slowly, as though she didn’t realise I could see her. Even when our eyes met, she seemed not to recognise me. Erik and Hunter hadn’t noticed, but that moment had terrified me. Without realising it, I held Elizabeth a little tighter. It was slowly sinking in that if Erik was right, then whatever had happened to her hadn’t been by chance — it had been done to her deliberate

Sometimes going months without receiving another. “You had smoke rising from your body like you were on fire. How else was I supposed to cool you off?” she asked heatedly. “Smoking,” that's new. I frowned. “Everyone is looking at us.” Huricana pointed out. “I don’t think that was just a vision.” I heard Ela tell me. “Why?” I asked her through mind link. “Because what happens in your visions doesn’t come to the present, I think the Goblin King may be manipulating your connection to his thread.”

My focus has solely been on Eileen in front of me, and Liam still fighting Rick - Rick who has gotten company by another wolf who I assume is Taylor. “I am going to enjoy torturing you.” Eileen shouts, while she tries to get me to submit in a magical hold. She is strong, I have to admit that, but she is far from stronger than me. There is a reason why Azlela took me under her wing when I was a child, and so far the only thing she has done has been pissing me the fuck off.

Balan twitched his lips, clearly holding back a laugh. Balan knew that case, a bullshit story. The kittenish snob witch named Anna Boleyn cast a spell on a male wizard (for fun mainly, apparently). Another sorceress who was in love with this guy noticed something unusual and hired Eden to solve the spell (because of cheap, which was so equally obvious).

He noticed Vlad’s concern for his companion. "How touching. Let’s see how long this love lasts… before I rip his heart out in front of you." The battle reached its peak. Ignatius intensified his flames to help the others, and Vlad was surprised by what happened next. Elena was attacked—and she fought back. When a massive wolf leaped toward her, she moved with supernatural speed, dodging its jaws and driving her claws into the animal’s neck, tearing through flesh down to the bone. Warm blood splattered across her face. She didn’t drink it—she shoved the agonizing body away and turned to face the next.

Connor's call came: "Sorry Mrs. Parsons, I have something urgent to handle and can't make it. Next time, I'll host and make it up to you." "It's alright." Eileen replied calmly: "We're friends, let's meet another time. I'll hang up now." She ended the call and walked straight to Amelia. "May I sit here?" Eileen asked cautiously. Amelia looked up at her: "Do we know each other?" Eileen shook her head: "Can we get to know each other? My name is Eileen." Amelia's gaze was calm: "If you have something to say, just say it. I can see through your thoughts."

Eileen stood still, her fingers grazing the sash tied tightly at her waist. The two servants hovered near her, waiting. Expectant. She turned to them slowly, lifting her chin just like a quick touch. “You may excuse me,” she said. “I will bathe myself.” The girls exchanged a quick look. “I— Luna,” the younger one started, her voice trembling slightly, “we are meant to stay and assist… if we leave without permission and the elders or even the Alpha finds out—” “I won’t tell anyone,” Eileen said, her voice low but clear. She took a step toward them, the silk of her gown whispering with movement. “If I wanted someone hovering over me while I undressed, I would have asked.”

ELEANOR The stone floor of the Great Hall was cold beneath my feet. Ciaran had been obsessed with my lineage and origin since we got back from the Siren Kingdom, and I couldn’t blame him. I was curious, too. I had been losing my mind trying to come up with explanations for how I had managed to grow the lilies out of nowhere, not to mention all the other things that had happened to me that I didn’t have explanations for. Today, he was looking for answers. He’d brought in a high witch, a woman named Mother Vane.