Supernatural Genres Novels & Stories

I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked.

I follow him into the secluded space, and once we're out of earshot from potential passersby, I ask the question that's been bothering me since I discovered my new ability. "How many different kinds of subs are there? What kind are you? Where are others? Are there any here at the college?" His eyebrows rise slightly at my barrage of questions. "That's quite a lot to cover in five minutes." "Just the basics, then." He considers for a moment, then leans against the stone retaining wall. "There are seven primary classifications of supernaturals, though there are numerous subcategories and hybrid variations." "Seven?" I press. "What are they?"

I am not human. No, for unknown reasons and confusion beyond my comprehension, I have become something else. It is no longer a matter of being outcasted from this world, but hunted by my family. As the enemy .

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 asked and I sighed. I then went on to explain how different supernaturals were from supernaturals. We supernaturals have supernaturals that stand higher than us. Werewolves with the abilities to perform magic, some with the abilities to shape shift both into wolves and foxes, those who have the ability to hide their werewolves gene, those who can shoot claws out of different parts of their bodies and not just their finger nails, those whose skin is as tough as steel and many more. These kind of supernaturals don't come to often and from the aura that I perceived around the baby, I knew she was one of us.

“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."

“Yes, humans. Humans have been killing us for centuries, before we could hide better. Now with the evolution of technology and the encroachment on our lands, supernatural’s have become the number thing to hunt, trap, and exploit. We will all become extinct if we can’t get along. I remember a time when all Supernatural’s had peace with each other. We didn’t cause problems; we co-existed with each other. Over generations wars of greed changed that. Now even though all supernatural’s have a common enemy, we have been unable to unite and show a strong front.” “That’s where we come in. A harem of mated Supernatural beings, showing the strength and power we can achieve if we work together.” I fini

His eyes were bright with excitement. This wasn't the broken man I'd left. This was Blake in his element. Political theater. Playing on people's fears for personal gain. "For years, certain individuals with... unnatural abilities have hidden in our communities. They look like us. They live among us. But they are not us." My blood went cold. He was really doing it. Exposing the supernatural world. "These creatures have superhuman strength. They can change their appearance. They hunt in packs like wild animals. And they have been responsible for numerous disappearances and deaths across the country."

Like they say, when talking about anything, the last one is what usually matters. That was that night’s business. To dissect the Aynor pack and get a handle on how they work. Supernatural have weaknesses and their strengths. Just like how witches at the end of the day are just mortals with limited lifespan and carry the weakness of humans. Without their magic and spells, they can be killed. Vampires are afraid of sunlight, fire, holy symbols, garlic and other strong herbs. Just like most supernatural, they can’t withstand silver, decapitation and anything that has something to do with purity (running across from water and silver.)

"Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden." That word—supernatural—makes me freeze, the last vestiges of my human denial crumbling away. “Wait. What other supernatural creatures? I thought we were the big secret.” "Hardly." Her mental tone is one of indulgent superiority. "Vampires. Witches. Fae. Demons, if you want to be dramatic. The things you always thought were fairy tales? They’re very real. They don't all live in a secret world; they just live in their world, which often overlaps