Supernatural Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I guess I won’t have sex with anyone then. My poor vibrator’s going to have to do for the rest of my life. Of course, there’s also oral sex. I can’t get pregnant like that!” Fallon’s eyes heat with desire at her words. It’s almost amusing to see his pale cheeks flush and his mouth gape open in shock. However, Bree continues to speak completely, unaware of his reaction. “Oh, and let’s not forget that my little sister is some kind of angel who just happens to be the Devil’s mate. Doesn’t anybody else think this is completely crazy?” Everyone remains quiet as they let her absorb her new reality. As we stand there, I can’t help but consider the fact that things are going to get worse for all of

The truth had to come out, no matter how difficult it may be for her to hear. I took a deep breath, my eyes locking onto hers, "Eden, I need to tell you something. Something that you may find hard to believe." Eden's brows furrowed as she leaned in, her heart racing with anticipation. "Okay, tell me," she said. I let out a sigh, the weight of my world on my shoulders. "I am sure you know that we are not the only ones out there. There are other supernaturals, like vampires, wolves and witches. We also have the deadly hunters and, unfortunately, we've been in a feud with them for generations."

He lunges forward, catching me as I collapse, my body trembling violently. The abyss hesitates, torn between me and Dean. "Now!" Fiona’s voice is sharp as a blade. She raises her hands, chanting ancient words, sealing the abyss’s choice. It roars in defiance, but it is too late. Dean gasps as the darkness surges into him, wrapping around his soul, consuming him whole. His body jerks, eyes flashing with an eerie, unnatural light. Silence falls. Xavier clutches me tightly, his breath uneven, his heart pounding against mine. His hands, usually so steady, shake against my skin. "Henry—"

Usually, I’ll need more life force but he was really young so it was enough for now. If you haven’t guessed yet or you’re not updated on your demonology, well I can update you. I am a succubus, the product of my demon Lord father and my human mother. I honestly don’t know what they were thinking. There is protection or even classic old pull out. Now I have to survive on the life forms of other humans. It is extremely tiring but I have to if I want to live.

It became increasingly evident that the threads of destiny, once thought to be woven into a tapestry of unity, were also entwined with a complex web of consequences. One fateful night, under the full moon's luminous glow, the prophecy's fulfillment began to unfold. Whispers of ancient forces and cosmic alignments echoed through the supernatural world. The hybrid child, with a sense of inevitability, found themselves drawn to the birthing sanctuary—the very place where their parents, Adrian and Seraphina, had defied the norms of their species. In the sanctuary's hallowed grounds, the child experienced a surge of power, an energy that resonated with the echoes of prophecy. The air crackled wit

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

Their shadow. The vision shifted. They saw the first Blood-Bound pair after Serelai—a warrior and a weaver, their love a brilliant, new flame. The Un-Made found them. It didn't attack their bodies. It attacked their bond. It showed the warrior visions of the weaver's faithlessness. It showed the weaver images of the warrior's cruelty. It fed on their doubt, their fear, their jealousy. And when their bond shattered under the strain, the Un-Made consumed them, growing stronger.

Seraphina yelled, her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. Dante has always been on the receiving end whenever Seraphina goes on a mission just in case things went south. "Yes, Shadow Siren?" He replied, sensing her panic. "Is the mission not going smoothly?" "I'm done with that, sir, and yes, it went smoothly just that —" Seraphina explained, trying to speak audibly despite her labored breathing. "Right now, I'm being chased by supernaturals. I don't know where they came from and they are—"

She already suspected that the strange occurrences plaguing Samantha's group of friends were the work of something otherworldly, something malevolent. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she contemplated the possibilities: was this Mr. Hunt's doing, or perhaps a stroke of Samantha's bad luck? Jess couldn't rid herself of the nagging suspicion that their shared obsession—to open a gateway between the living and the dead—had released a power beyond their control. And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity.

“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."