Supernatural Folsom Prison Blues Novels & Stories

Devon said in his head. Inside the Operating Room, a different kind of chaos is happening. I am aware of what is taking place but I can feel my hold on Cassidy's body is slipping. "That bitch", I said to myself as I struggle to regain control, slowly I feel like being vacuumed out of her body. I willed myself to stay inside but the force is too strong. I can feel myself being lifted, inch by inch and I struggled to get back. I was already floating and I cannot seem to reach her body again. "Damn it!" I need to get back to her body but I was drifting away. As I float further and further I found myself suddenly in the waiting area beside Devon, I looked at my hands and I was shocked, I held my

It was a fact that just couldn't be helped but if they cared about the blood farms half of the way they monitored the numerous blood breweries then it wouldn't be in the state it is today. My focus went below, to my hands sitting on my thighs, I had felt a sharp pain from unconsciously digging my fingers too deep into my palms, moments from bleeding nonplussed over the event. "I believe there is much less supervision there." Ian replied. "Isn't Castiel in charge of that place?" Scarlet asked rhetorically, "What would you expect from someone as reckless as he is!" "Castiel is too manipulative and invested in maintaining a high profile to let such things slip through his defense…" Scarlet reas

(This chapter will be in both Orion and Delaury’s POV) Orion’s POV White wolves. The rarest form of wolves to ever exist. According to the stories told by my father about supernaturals, the white wolves are the strongest kinds of wolves to ever exist. And my mate was one. The mate I rejected and I went back for. The mate I didn’t believe earlier when she told me my dad was the murderer of her parents and the attacker of my best friend. Regrets filled my thoughts at the remembrance of these events. I’d just woken up from my drug-induced sleep when my dad rushed over to me to tell me how he’d seen Delaury kill Sebastian. I was confused.

"Is this true? Can it be?" Madam Seraphina nodded solemnly. "Yes, it is true. The universe has conspired to reunite your souls, to give you both a chance at the love that was denied to you in your previous life. Ethan, you and this unknown woman are destined to be together, to complete the love story that was interrupted by fate."

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

He spent his days clutching my belongings, drowning himself in alcohol. A month later, someone found him in our old cabin in the woods. The place was spotless. On the table sat a vase of my favorite white roses. He was dressed in the clothes from the day we’d been mated, clutching the ring from our bond in his hand. He had died of wolfsbane. The pack whispered that he had taken his own life because he couldn’t bear the pain of losing me. When Jessica heard the news of Daniel’s death, she slammed her head against the wall in Silver Prison that same night, ending her own life.

Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was. The Spirit was a female with powdered blue skin, long red hair and wore no clothes. Her naked body had stains of purple-black substances that covered her left leg, her right arm and her right eye which made her look even scarier. The Spirit was in shackles from its neck down to its ankles. “What thinking would you be busy with when your life is going to end in a couple of hours?” the Spirit laughed. She looked at Diego with her red eyes. Her black lips stretched into a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of escaping, child…”

A man I did not recognize stood in front of me holding a phone. “Smile pretty,” he said. “Your boyfriend needs to see this.” He started recording. “John Voss. You have one hour to transfer twenty million dollars or your little whore dies. Clock is ticking.” I glared at him trying to keep my voice steady. “You are making a huge mistake. John will find me and when he does you will wish you never touched me.” The man laughed. “We will see about that.” Time crawled. I pulled against the ropes until my wrists bled but they held tight. My mind raced with thoughts of John and Mia and everything falling apart. Then I heard shouting outside the room followed by gunshots.

Something flashes inside me and I peel his arm away so hardly that the crunch of his bone snapping can be heard. " I'd suggest you leave this instant , if you don't want to die." I can't recognise my voice , it sounds like a demon ,so smokey , I can almost feel the energy soaring in my body . I like how it feels , like I am draining his energy . Making it mine. A part of me wants to pull back and stop draining his life , but another part of me dwells in the feeling of having another man's life in my fingertips. Just a little long and then he will be just another creep lying on the floor , who dared to mess with the wrong girl.

Violet shoots me a disgusted look, mirroring my own expression. The sound of sirens blarring is what I hear next. My ears bleed from how loud they are and my head feels like there's something pounding on it. My legs give in and I land not-so-smoothly on the floor. Everything around starts to spin really fast. "This f*****g b***h" Violet growls, pulling out and pointing a gun at me. "Please" I beg, trying to be strong...for my daughter. "You led the f*****g cops down here" she growls "Now, you're not making it out of here alive"