Supernatural Entities Novels & Stories

I answered. Elaine’s horror visibly increased. “Cassidy. Incubi and Succubi are incapable of shifting into a physical body. He might not be an incubus at all. Many other entities could pretend to be it.” “What! Like who?!” I exclaimed. “Djinn, Malignant spirits and demons.” Elaine wanted to give me a heart attack with her responses. “No, don’t say that. I have enough trouble at home with voodoo and all.” “I am not making this up to scare you,” Elaine began. “This is a serious problem. Only one person can help us solve this and confirm what Desmond is.”

“Really? Well, don’t blame me if I say that he deserved it. Nevertheless, I wasn’t behind that. I am not a fighter.” In the dim glow of the cabin's lanterns, Jess finally decided it was time to let in her children on who the master was. Miranda and Manuel sat across from her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as if sensing that whatever their mother was about to reveal would change their lives forever. "Children," Jess began, her voice steady yet laced with the weight of years of secrecy, "Supernaturals exist. They are beings beyond our understanding, beyond what ordinary people can see or comprehend. They are powerful, and some can be dangerous."

"We are needed at the base. " Seraphina's facial expression turned serious. She sat up straighter, her hands curling into a fist again. Her face contorted. The first thought that slammed into her mind was— demons. They were multiplying, scattering across the city in ways The Order hadn't predicted. Maybe another place the nestted have been discovered. She was about to say something when Amara interrupted. "And before you think it's the demons, no, it's not." Seraphina exhaled. "It's something about the Supernaturals —another specie — the lycanthropes."

He had been listening from there for ten minutes and I had known he was there for nine of them. Julian looked at him. "The thread sustains everything. Every supernatural ability, every bond, every ward. It is the source." He paused. "There are entities that exist in the margins of it. Not supernatural in any category we have named. Older than any of those categories. They cannot access the thread themselves so they harvest it through beings who can." He held my gaze. "They have been dormant because the thread was suppressed. Lena was using a fraction of what she had and everything connected to her was consequently smaller than it should have been."

Taryk lifted his hand a fraction of an inch off the pages. Kord relaxed and pulled the book towards his lap. He shut it and put it aside, directing all of his attention to Taryk and the rest of us not salivating over an ancient book. "Fae. Supernatural beings in an alternate dimension of Earth. They have all kinds of powers; they're very long lived; allergic to iron; typically fall into Light and Dark castes." Kord tipped his head to the side as if searching his mental files. He nodded. "For more specific information, you're going to have to break it down. There're literally over 150 books in my head on the subject." "Shit," I said with a whistle.

"I don’t know. It wαs so weird. But mom... she kept sαying something αbout me being in heαt? I’m still trying to figure out whαt thαt meαns." Killiαn sαt up α bit‚ resting his bαck αgαinst the heαdboαrd. I followed his leαd αnd sαt with him. He looked αt me seriously. "Liαnα‚ in this life... it’s not just humαns thαt exist. There αre supernαturαl beings. Creαtures people only whisper αbout."

“So will it be with the resurrection of the dead? The body that is sown is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power, and it is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.” The Creator’s large form wavers back and forth before mine. Unlike angels, The Creator has no true shape or gender. The Creator is light and darkness. The Creator just is. Some call him father and some mother. But there’s no acknowledgment of which is correct. The other archangel stands stall, his muscled body and sword arm stiff as he readies to attack. I try to see

“No. While every other supernatural being may have biological parents, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you do not have biological parents. You were placed on this earth as a way to tame and control the imperfections that were created and to rule over kingdoms. It is prophesized that you would be the most charming, charismatic, and loving being in the world that you would not be able of corruption. To make sure this is the case, when you were placed onto the earth, you were put through a series of tests which would have shifted the personality of any regular imperfect being. These tests, although unnecessary, are usually everyday struggles that humans face. Due to the fact that s

Or at least a semblance of it. Every faction has some sort of government. The vampires have their Vampire Council, the witches and wizards have the House of Hecate, the fairies have their Courts, even the demons have their own sort of hierarchy. Each country also had their own Ministry of Supernaturals which dealt with these beings. Oh, what the world had become. Rie was sure that people who lived before the 21st century would think so. They would probably wouldn’t have thought that the world would become like this. Then good for them. Because they didn’t have the chance to live in this kind of world.

I began backing up a little out of worry. What was happening? "Supernaturals are real and they've existed even before humans came on this earth." No, impossible. This couldn't be. "H-hey, are you okay?" I tried getting through him. Trying to reassure me that this wasn't what I thought it was. It was only when he slowly turned around to face me that I got the biggest heart-stopping moment of my life.