Supernatural Fanart Novels & Stories

He spits blood and kneels down. "No! Your majesty!" Aristo runs towards him and hugs Alfonso when he fainted. He tried to cure its wound but he can't. "Socrates can have the princess now..." The girl laughs loudly and she opens more portal and a lot of Level D's a came out. "Let's get out of here now!" Aitan said then when they were about to go, something came down from the sky. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still eating with Ginger when stops because she smells something. Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell.

Samael growled, “we will mark each other, as we are meant to be.” Lucan’s voice echoed in Samael’s mind, urging him forward. "Claim him now. He belongs to us." Morgan’s growl was deep, feral. "Mark him as ours." Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair’s left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael’s essence flood into him. On Allistair’s chest, Samael’s mark appeared, a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast’s claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power. Allistair’s form trembled as he, too, marked Sa

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

Clad in her usual gothic dress made of black lace and black stockings paired with black-colored wedge sandals. Maleficent’s long raven hair fell like waterfalls onto her back as she sashayed towards the dining room. The empty hallway that she walked past was decorated with paintings hanging to the dark-painted walls. The paintings depicted images of different creatures which were having a feast with the humans as food – at every apex of the center stood an image of a bat-like beast with a familiar-looking set of horns and pair of wings. Cent concluded that the paintings were the history of this mansion and were painted by her father. Aside from paintings, statues made of marble littered ever

He nodded, the answer lodged too deep in his chest for words. “Good,” she whispered. Then she turned, and the Queen of Supernatural walked forward—not into a throne, not into a cage, but into the ever-shifting, ever-demanding work of keeping the balance alive. Light folded around her and then she was gone, leaving only the faint scent of rain and a warmth in the air that lingered long after. Damian returned to the window. Below, life went on—messy, loud, imperfect, beautiful. Above, the constellations shifted one last time, settling into a new pattern: a circle of seven small stars around one slightly brighter point, all linked by a faint golden halo.

"That doesn't matter. They think I'm a supernatural and until I convince them otherwise or show that I have control over my power or whatever, I can't leave." A caution that paranormals have to pay to live among humans. They can't be a 'known' danger to society. Vamps have to be reformed and only given animal or clone blood. Werewolves have to be able to sustain not transforming during a full moon or when provoked. Witches have to be able not to blow up things. Darkness pinches at the edges of his eyes. "You're lying." His words feel like a slap. "No, I-"

The sense of smell of a ghoul-like him refused to tolerate this smell, nor did he intend to make love to his poor nose like that. Jin Iblisamal glanced at the Extreme Strong Deodorant Charm hanging from the ceiling. It was better to keep apart. Eden had not paid attention to his action. He was no stranger to the avoidance society of the blue-haired brother, and besides, he was still calculating how much more he had to pay to own the bracelet. If Balan had had this bracelet, his brother would not have to worry about the energy conflict in the body anymore, or at least it would help a great deal. Dragon-Blood wood could even prevent the passive energy from the outside and protect the wearer fr

She declared with a smile positively. “The thing is supernaturals are real”. He paused a bit to see her reaction, probably to see her go crazy or hysterical or probably laugh to his face and call him crazy but surprisingly, none of that came. “The powerful races supernatural world consists of Werewolves, vampires, witches and demons. But the weaker races consists of Sirens, banshees, faes, fairys, mermaids and even elves.” She nods.

Astrid's brows furrows as she pondered, "Do supernaturals work as bodyguards for humans?" "Absolutely," Elena replies, "In fact, supernaturals make up more than fifty percent of the security industry. They often keep their true nature hidden, especially when working with human clients. It's a matter of blending in and not drawing unnecessary attention."

He asked her. "Everything." She replied. Ares gave her a nod before he started to tell about the supernatural, "Supernatural consists of many creatures. Lycans, Werewolf, Vampire, demons, angels, witches and faes. Lycans are the most powerful ones out of all of these. Their strength is unmatchable." He said. "In supernatural, every creatures have got their own pack and realm which is ruled by their Alpha. The Alpha's are the leaders who rule the pack, protect it and work of the welfare of it's people." He told her.