Supernatural Fan Fiction Cast Novels & Stories

He’s almost as annoying as my older siblings. “Greetings,” I raise my hand in an alien salute. He said I had to say hi, he didn’t say it couldn’t be extra nerdy. “I come in peace.” The dark skilled girl with the purple bob snorts. “Okay, Space Boy.” “Welcome noble traveler,” the redhead looks up at me, winking. “You’re welcome to join us for a drink.” “Stacey, don’t encourage him,” a slender girl with almond-shaped eyes and long orange ringlets hisses. “You can’t keep this one, you already have too many strays at home.”

When she was sure that no one was nearby, she added, "It's about Cassidy's daughter." The man shrugged her hand away with a tight frown. "I've never been a fan of Cassidy since I turned. Her daughter and I also have no business together." "I knew you'd say this." Rose said as she forced herself to smile. "I keep having frequent visions, flashes about the downfall of the supernaturals." Her words soon caught his attention. "Can you elaborate more on this."

Yvonne said. "How did he know am a hunter?" He asked collecting the phone and paper from her. He started reading the content on the paper. "Make sure you watch the video on the Phone after reading. NAMES OF THE SUPERNATURAL CREATURES IN STARDOM CITY.." Ezra opened his mouth in surprise developing interest in it. 1. Sharon Nicholas The Alpha. 2. Maggie Nicholas Her sister 3. Devina Martins The witch. 4. Tara Martins Her sister. Ezra was really stupefied how on earth did Oscorb know this.

Suddenly, a red ribbon appeared and wrapped itself around Scott and Darius’s hands. “We promise to find out the reason for your parents’ deaths. But whatever the real reason, whether it was an accident or a supernatural being, you must accept it with an open heart and move on with your lives.” Scott nodded. “I promise. I will fulfill my promise and become a supernatural guardian, and of course, I will carry out my duties as a supernatural guardian.” “Good, very good. Since you’re not a witch, I’ll cast the spell.” “Sângele devine unul

Sam pointed out panicked. Everyone wore puzzled faces, obviously short of ideas on how to escape our dire situation. “What if you used us?” “What?” I asked weakly, a gasp barely escaping my lips. ‘Cole and I are both supernatural beings, we have magic running in our veins–ancient magic at that. What if you siphoned us...used our magic” “And do what with the magic?” I asked faintly. “Blow us out of here?” Skye replied with so conviction it felt like he had done this before.

he countered, eyebrows raised. "I asked first," I shot back. "If you're embarrassed about making out on your first day, don't be. It's just me," Bobby said with a smug grin. "We weren't making out, Bobby," Daniel jumped in before I could respond. "She wants to see the school ghosts." "Then what's with the hand-holding?" Bobby asked, nodding toward our now-separated hands. "Protection from the supernatural," Daniel replied. "What do you mean?" Bobby asked, his head tilting slightly, tone shifting to something more serious.

made from you. They tell me their names. The faces of the ones who were. less than cooperative. Before I found Sama Arthur." Paul Wason stood up and moved to the window, pulling back a curtain. Long, orange shadows stretched across the grounds in the light of the dying sun. "Sama Arthur is special. Her bloodline is pure. Her connection to you is… a union that is destined to be. She is the one who will keep the rest together. You said it yourself." "And what if she is an error too?" Dean Wason's voice was a harsh cut of its usual singing tone. "What if her will, her. spirit, is stronger than I have imagined? What if the echoes of my own past will be augmented by her?" Her power was immense,

“Yes El! Supernaturals are magical creatures, call it poetic or not, they are special, even vampires. They are creatures moved by magic!” “But I—I don’t have magic.” “Uh, yeah, there’s a fucking reason you don’t have magic!” “No, I mean, I’m fully human, I know neither of my parents were supernaturals, no ancestry either and I’m certainly not a witch!” “Then it’s less of a miracle and more of an act of god that you aren’t dead from taking that shit for—fuck, how long?” “…Ten years?...Charlie? Are—are you alright?” I asked worriedly as she just stood there for a few moments, wide eyed and looking like she’d been beamed to the moon.

It felt like he understood the effect he had on her, the way that smile could make her utterly lose her thoughts. "I’m Castiel Mikaelson," he said, extending his hand, warm and strong like the sun. "Pleasure to meet you." "Katherine Donovan," she mumbled, shaking his hand. It was a magical moment; his grip completely enveloped hers, sending a tingle through her. "Donovan," Castiel echoed softly. "I’m no genius, but I’m guessing you’re Caroline's twin sister." "Yep, that’s me," she confirmed, forcing a smile that felt odd. "Well, um, if you’ll excuse me, I really need to go—"

“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."