Supernatural Gag Reels Novels & Stories

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."

Rebecca "Yes even though we couldn't catch any footage of it, there where some blur is seen in some cameras even though it was not clear it passing through the walls suddenly appearing and disappearing from one place to another, we think it was a ghost type and a very powerful one" Giovanni "A Ghost-type, Hmm come here and get on your knees and relive my stress" Rebecca didn't question and went towards Giovanni and went on her knees and unzipped his pants to do her work, she knew Giovanni was pissed and wouldn't be good for her if she refused or didn't do it properly.

I said, and he squinted his eyebrows. “What? This doesn`t make sense. How my parents being human summarized what the fuck happened to me, and why I woke up here in the middle of this clearing.” He said, and I took a deep breath. “Let me explain something not many know…” I sighed. “A couple of supernaturals most likely will have supernatural offspring, but in rare cases, they just get human offspring,” I said, and he squinted his eyebrows. “We call them recessive supernaturals,” I explained.

My body stiffened coupled with a mix of hate, rage, and fear, storming through my being and causing me to shudder. Rotten Soul shot that smirk at me, waving slightly as his lips carved out words that only I could hear "Guess we meet again. My little bitch."

“Gabe told me we had to finish something together. He was serious, but I don’t understand what it meant.” Dean glanced at Prue, then back at Rachel, unease beginning to settle over him like a chill. “The prognosis?” he repeated. “What the hell is that?” Rachel shook her head. “No idea. But whatever it is… it’s coming here.” Dean didn’t have an answer. All he could think was: FUCK IF I KNOW. He just hoped they weren’t already too late. Above the gym, the sprinkler system shuddered—and then snapped. Metal arms wrenched free from their railings and slithered downward, morphing into long, serpentine tentacles. The tentacles coiled and writhed in the shadows, snaking silently above the dancing te

His throat no longer made that beastly growling noise. Instead, it turned into a huge, wet gulping sound. My actions once again shocked those who were watching the live broadcast. [You’ve gotta be kidding me. Granny’s cooking in a horror dungeon?] [Pickled cabbage and potato stew! Holy crap, I can smell it through the screen! That’s insane!] [Wait, did the Hungry Dead’s drool just… turn clear? It’s not bloody anymore?] [Help! Why am I actually getting hungry watching this? That can’t be right!]

“Yeah, Taylor had her tied up inside. She hasn’t said anything since Rowan released her. I think she’s freaked out by what she saw. What should I do?” Azazel quirks a thoughtful brow. “How much did she see?” Shaking my head, I exhale deeply. “A lot. She saw the zombie girls and Rowan’s freaky vampire face. It doesn’t help that she just saw Kell try to kill Taylor and sprout wings. Shit! She must think she’s going crazy. I know I would.” Azazel frowns. “That is not good, love. Muggles are not allowed to know about supernaturals unless they’re mates or entrusted by the Council.”

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.

At one point, while engaging in such indecent acts, I went to get the door for one of the men in my birthday suit. After some verifications, the officer confirmed that both the surveillance footage and the videos online were unaltered, with no signs of a deepfake. Zachary slammed the table in a fit of rage. "I can't believe my wife of seven years is a whore!" he bellowed. "Julie, I gave you my heart—my everything—and this is how you reciprocate my love?" I bit my lip hard, trying to recall every little detail in both the current and previous lives. As long as I could pinpoint an inconsistency, maybe I had a way to get out of this doomed fate.

"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g