Supernatural Gag Reels Novels & Stories

Somewhere a compressor coughed and settled. Sonja leaned into the cold glow of a jar and stared at a rat with two skulls fused along the temple. Her voice came out near a whisper, as if the room might correct her. “This place is wrong.” Will worked a fridge, breath ghosting on the gasket, and pulled rows of colour-coded phials that clinked gently in their rack. He held one up: green cap, label neat and minimal. “Supernatural.” Jack slid a red folder off a terminal, cracked it with his thumb. Touch. Hearing. Smell. Taste. Sight. — SUPERNATURAL. The headings stacked like a threat. He didn’t read the rest; he didn’t need to understand it to hate it.

The needed the help of the normies, those without any supernatural powers. Ben started his YouTube channel because of this. He'd started slow, but he'd posted a few videos that went viral. Now he was on the radar of those who frequented Supechan, a no-censorship-allowed message board dedicated to all things supernatural. They'd uncovered things that helped Ben. They'd even learned how the goblins had made it onto the text list for Grotesque which was invite only. They'd purged their list and had to start again, sending only coordinates for where the pop-up nightclub would be that evening.

she cried, her eyes wide with genuine, unadulterated panic. Jack and Katherine stared at her, dumbfounded. Hailey had clearly overheard snippets of the heated conversation—"devil's bargain," "pact," "soul"—and constructed an entirely literal, high-stakes supernatural melodrama in her head. "So I had the Wolf Pack scour the internet for every holy relic and anti-demon artifact they could find!" she announced, upending the box with a grunt.

“God, this guy is disgusting- oh, great. There's the BLT. All over the cushions...” The door of doom opened as I emptied the contents of my gut. The Grim Reaper sprang from the portal, a horrific phantasm with blood-red eyes. He was nothing but shadow and bone, cobbled of skeletal skin. He put the Watcher in a death-lock and jerked his head viciously. Samael drove his foot into Jakkon's crotch and wrenched backwards, splitting his abdomen in half. Noor's head fell to the ground.

Utterly modern and equally disgusting that these wolves live in luxury and are above all the things involving the law. Most humans are too scared to even argue with a supernatural being, at least the humans that know they exist. Supernaturals make it a big deal to keep themselves hidden, blending in with society easily. Closing my door behind me I sit on the bed running my hands through my hair. After binding the Reaper, for the first time since my parent’s death I felt something in my chest that I wasn’t familiar with. It was so soft and brief that I thought I missed it but it happened again, once I forced the Reaper to bid to my will. Shaking my head, it must be some sort of spell the Reap

Raw footage, shaky cell phone captures bodies pulled from alleys with claw marks across their torsos, traffic cams showing shadowy shapes darting too fast for human eyes, and muffled screams caught on livestreams. The man behind the channel was saying, “Wake up, people. These aren’t serial killers. These aren’t wild animals. Something else is out there. Something they don’t want us to see.” Zoe leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm. “This is… insane. But also… not insane. Look at that.” She pointed at the screen where a blurry, taloned silhouette loomed behind a dumpster. “Tell me that doesn’t look like something out of a monster movie.”

"Ronan. I assume you're calling about the video." "You've seen it?" "The Department of Supernatural Affairs has automated systems that flag potential exposure incidents. We were alerted ninety seconds after it was posted." Her voice was crisp, professional. "I'm already coordinating with our digital team to seed doubt and discredit the footage, but we can't erase what happened. Too many witnesses, too many copies already spreading." I paced across my small living room, running my hand through my hair. "How bad is this?" "Catastrophic." Elizabeth didn't sugarcoat it. "Maya Cross just announced to every supernatural entity with an internet connection that she's a White Luna with awakening powe

"The population of Supernaturals in Texas has drastically reduced. Not only are some packs left without an Alpha, witches are also ending up dead every night. And they always have a sword piercing their skull and the letter 'X' tattooed in their eyeballs whenever they are found." M could've said more but he was called by someone so he had to end the call. Rebecca only shrugged the call aside, making a mental note to call back later and headed straight to Raven's compound. Raven had sworn to her she wouldn't make trouble. Now that she had violated the rule, it was only okay to remind her of it. … Meanwhile, in Texas As soon as M got off the phone, a man handed some stack of photos to him. "It

“Yes. She said Mother warned her… that if she got pregnant again, it might not be… safe.” Theo’s face shifts. I continue, “The problem is, I shut down the cameras in the personal courtyard. All of them. I didn’t want Serena feeling watched in her own home. She asked me.” “Yeah,” Theo says slowly. “You did.” Then he taps a finger once against the edge of his iPad. “But not all of them were stopped.” I look up, sharply. “What are you talking about?” He doesn’t flinch. “There’s a ghost feed. One of the original Hale systems. Installed back when you were still in boarding school. Doesn’t connect to the general grid. Only accessible through Level Nine clearance.”

On the last trip before Zeke Malone and I were set to register our marriage, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes to assault me. Zeke and my sister, Crystal Bianco, arrived just in time to "save" me. That was when I heard Zeke switch to French and ask her, "Did you get enough footage just now?" "Yeah," Crystal answered back in French. "But isn't this unfair to Lizzie?" Zeke's voice turned grave. "The man was only acting. He never actually went through with it. We just needed the footage. As long as I don't hold it against her, that's all that matters. "Besides, you could win a Pulitzer for breaking this story. That's what actually matters here." I lay in