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Mr Clovis shouted. I twisted my lips nonchalantly. "That's because your lectures are boring" I grumbled. But unfortunately for me, everyone in my class are supernatural creatures and we all have super hearings -they heard me perfectly clear and roared into loud laughter. "What did you say?" he asked in a very angry tone. "Nothing" I answered quickly. Mr Clovis' face grew red from anger, he banged on the table and stormed towards me waving his forefinger at me. "You think this is funny, right?" he growled.

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."

“Yes El! Supernaturals are magical creatures, call it poetic or not, they are special, even vampires. They are creatures moved by magic!” “But I—I don’t have magic.” “Uh, yeah, there’s a fucking reason you don’t have magic!” “No, I mean, I’m fully human, I know neither of my parents were supernaturals, no ancestry either and I’m certainly not a witch!” “Then it’s less of a miracle and more of an act of god that you aren’t dead from taking that shit for—fuck, how long?” “…Ten years?...Charlie? Are—are you alright?” I asked worriedly as she just stood there for a few moments, wide eyed and looking like she’d been beamed to the moon.

Susannah said, moving ahead of Dave and Carson which got the two guys laughing, and instantly, the unknown figures vanished. " Wait, where did they go?". Susannah asked, looking everywhere. "Maybe they are ghosts". Dave said and laughed. "Come on, are ghosts real?". Carson replied to him with a question. "Are you fucking kidding me?. Beasts exist, werewolves exist and you're telling ghosts don't exist?". Dave replied to him hilariously. "Guys, I can sense Princess Diana's presence". Susannah said which made Dave and Carson move closer to her.

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

During her speech she appears to have lost control and turn— Click— “Can you believe the sheer power that animal has running through the city.” “I think the property damage alone is in the hundred thousands. And you said that was Ava— click— If werewolves exist what else is out there? Vampires? Fairies? Maybe even the chupacabra!” I hear a snort and chuckle behind me. I do not need to turn around to see that it is Grayson laughing at the new coverage. “They wished the chupacabra was a real thing. Would be better to blame a goat eating lizard than your next door neighbor for stealing your live stock.”

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Great. I’m beginning to question all I believe in. Like since there are ghosts and all, that means nothing is actually beyond myth. Nothing is superstition, nothing is a just a tale. The Supernatural is real. It may all be real. The weather is beautiful, the sun rays are warm and they seem to be dancing all around. The sky is really blue, so blue that it seems magical. I can’t even see a single cloud. It’s stunning. I’m wearing a crop top and short jeans. Not too short, but short nevertheless.

When I was six years old, I came down with a terrible fever. Doris carried me through a blizzard and begged a clinic doctor to treat me. She spent her entire life pinching pennies, setting aside every dollar for my future wedding. "Mark, ghosts are easier to deal with than people. A ghost just wants your life, but people will strip you to the bone." She used to say it while sipping her tea. ‘Doris, you were wrong. ‘In this world, people are far more poisonous than ghosts.’

"I don’t know. It wαs so weird. But mom... she kept sαying something αbout me being in heαt? I’m still trying to figure out whαt thαt meαns." Killiαn sαt up α bit‚ resting his bαck αgαinst the heαdboαrd. I followed his leαd αnd sαt with him. He looked αt me seriously. "Liαnα‚ in this life... it’s not just humαns thαt exist. There αre supernαturαl beings. Creαtures people only whisper αbout."