Supernatural Fanart Novels & Stories

As we joined the main road, we began to discuss the conversation I’d had with my mother. “Surely we haven’t already found a hybrid after a single day of looking? We were expecting this to take months, maybe longer” I shrugged in his direction. “Maybe they are more common than we were led to believe.” Doran shook his head. “I don’t understand Atlas, I thought all of the supernatural species hated each other. That can’t be the case for all of us if we are producing children”. I agreed with him. I was as surprised as he was. “Well, it must take place mustn’t it? Otherwise we wouldn’t even know what a hybrid was in the first place”. Doran turned to me “I wonder if it’s the outcasts that are mati

Amara mutters kindly. Amara and I are not close friends, but I have hung out with her and the others in the past. Once a month, Zoe would have a girls’ night where she’d invite some of Azazel’s friends’ mates. It allowed us to hang out without the guys around. All of the women are a different supernatural species. We already know that Zoe is a siren; my sister is descended from oracles, Nevaeh is a Nephilim, Jules is a hunter, and Amara is a Breija. I guess it can be a little intimidating to be around so many powerful women. But none of them act like jerks. In fact, they’re all pretty sweet. Lucifer steps forward and faces the couple. Amara gapes for a moment, making me realize that she migh

he pointed out. “Naturally,” she said complacently. “That is why I went to the trouble of creating a fictitious male supernatural, an artist, who is a hermit. My work is often sought by supernaturals to safeguard their homes and bring peace to their environment. They send their orders through my company, and I do the work. A few have asked to see the artist, but I always decline.” “Any supernatural worth his salt can distinguish the difference between the touch of a female or male.”

the king said holding the hand of his blade tight and he went ahead. The butterflies had gathered back together and they were ready to start dropping creatures again. Skye in his short life had faced sudden death twice in three days, and he wasn’t happy with that. All of them had regrouped and were going to the mouth of the cloud. He breathed out, cold air coming out and his jaw stretched impossibly wide. Supernaturals had tattoos on the outside, and other Supernaturals had tattoos on the inside. It stretched physically impossible and the head of a squid came out, and shot out of inside him.

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

The collaboration between supernaturals and humans expanded into new frontiers, opening up endless possibilities for progress and understanding. In the realm of art, supernaturals and humans found inspiration in one another's unique perspectives and abilities. Werewolf painters captured the beauty of the moonlit night with their intricate brushstrokes, while witches weaved enchanting spells into their sculptures, bringing them to life with magic. Human artists, in turn, infused their creations with the rich tapestry of supernatural lore and symbolism, honoring the magical beings that coexisted alongside them.

It was so absurd to even admit to myself. Sighing deeply, I let my fingers roam on the keypad and typed 'Super Strength'. Articles and articles about energy drinks, diet plans, and gym recommendations popped up. Scrolling down, I caught an article about 'Supernatural Beings And Their Powers.' I clicked on it and let the words register in my mind. There were mentions of werewolves, vampires, lycans, mermaids, sirens, warlocks, and whatnot. But in the same article, it was also written that all these creatures are fictional and there was no evident proof to suggest that they exist in reality.

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.

Natalie was getting overwhelmed with the sheer number of dons and undead attacking her for some reason, no matter where she turned she was blocked from keeping a reasonable distance from the spawns of hell JONATHAN : Heavenly art : Chaos A purple wave blows over the entire area in which Natalie was meant to deal with after which demons and undead begin to attack each other and rip themselves to pieces, Natalie sees this and uses it as an opportunity to get some distance between herself and the fight, finally coming to stand beside Jonathan NATALIE : I could have handled that JONATHAN : I know, but I got bored so I decided to help…. You can finish it up though NATALIE : Yeah sure, reality is

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.