Supernatural Fanart Novels & Stories

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

“Sorry doesn’t change anything, sorry doesn’t change the fact that I was made to leave the wolf’s age alone without any strength because as an omega, I’m not even allowed to see my wolf, and till now I can’t even shift, imagine being alone in the Wolf Age, almost chased my rogues. Then I come across another pack where the alpha wants me as his Luna for whatever reason, I’ve never had a purpose on my Orion” I slumped down in front of him, and tears fell from my eyes. “ But this? These people? They’re my people, you might think the story is wack because you never heard of supernaturals but I was with my parents and I knew the kind of weird energy I drew from them, these people love me, Orion,

His fingers flew across magical communication devices, comparing data points and tracking potential hunter movements. “The hunters are collecting Supernatural energies systematically,” Aiden continued, pulling up holographic maps that showed supernatural territories like complex chess pieces. “Your blood Aria is their primary objective. They believe your unique five-aspect could be the key to their ultimate ritual.” A vision hit me suddenly. Fragments of supernatural conflict crashed through my mind like violent waves. Crystal weapons. Harvested energy swirling in dark, malevolent patterns. I gasped, gripping Zane's arm for support, my five aspects suddenly alert and defensive.

What are you planning? "Bring me two million, and I'll help you nail her." I stared at Summer. "Otherwise, I'll keep taking her money. "When you're making deals with the devil, you stand with whoever pays more.” "Goddamn it, Mark! One day, money's going to get you killed!"

Everyone disembarked, flooding a platform that was equally as grand as the one in Atlantis Central. Brass lights hung down from above, looking like tiny balls of sunlight, and some of the pillars supporting its vaulted ceilings contained tiles that formed part of the murals that decorated the station. Artistic renditions of angels flew above us, with demons, vampires, and faeries occupying the walls. I glanced around for images of the so-called lesser supernaturals—mages, witches, and shifters—but there was nothing apart from a few ordinary-looking people on the murals and animals that could have represented the Human World.

my words came out faint. "Well, Primwoir was a philosopher and was what some would call a tortured artist. His artwork displayed his eccentric ideas, he basically wanted to bridge the gap between the human and supernatural world. Of course, many didn't take that lightly- especially the Council considering it wasn't really his place to do so but he did have supporters. Other supernaturals who felt it was time we expose ourselves but the movement quickly died after he supposedly committed suicide." There was a shift in Alex's tone and my interest in his storytelling didn't waiver once. I even opened my eyes as a way to keep myself awake longer.

I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked.

Unlike the girl, he’s wearing black leather pants and is bare-chested. Nevaeh moves close to the painting, then gives me an appraising stare. But before she can say anything, an older woman steps forward. “It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it? It’s called “Supernatural Heart,” the artist captures a pure love very vividly.” Taking a step back, I try to create some distance between the picture and me, but the woman continues. “Cassia Garron is a wonderful artist. This is one of her darkest portraits. You should see some of her other work. She’s quite talented.” Nevaeh gapes. She’s definitely making the correlation between me and the painting.

If we were to destroy the council, the toll on human and non-human casualties would be massive. We continue to read, appalled by the plans. Beyond shocked, I look at my packmate. “We have to find a way to get out of here. This plan is calling for annihilating all supernaturals and humans. If they set out to do this, it will be catastrophic.” Arsenal and Grey nod their heads grimly. Grey looks at the file, then at us. “What do we do?” I think for a moment, then look back with a determined scowl. “We need to find a way to contact this Supernatural Council. If we can tell them about the plan, they can help us.”

I can tell by the expression on her face that the truth of her new reality is finally dawning on her. Zoe must hear the panicked tone in her friend's voice because she wraps her arm around her shoulder and calmly replies. “Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.”