Supernatural Gifs Novels & Stories

Others of the frost giant and fire giants shaking the hand of a man with one eye, he looked to be wearing a crown and holding a staff in his other hand. There were pictures of grotesque vampires attacking the wolves, I knew there has always been a war against our two species, so that picture didn't seem to phase me but what did was a young girl by the looks of it she was talking to a extremely small person with pointy ears who's clothes seems to be fashioned from leaves, quite unusual. In the background there were six or more little lights that appear to be flying. As I continued flipping through the pages, I began to feel extremely tired, it rushed over me like I had just had a tranquiliser

I asked. He looked at me, taken aback by my question, as if not expecting it. "Of course he said, did you think werewolves were the only supernatural alive" his voice, a deep rumble ending in a chuckle. Wow, my eyes widened. "What other supernaturals are there?" I asked. "Well, there are the fae, the spirits, the ancient trees, just like you saw, the changelings, the seers, there are even some humans with special abilities that can access the supernatural," he said.

“After tonight… after seeing that… there’s no point pretending.” I said nothing. He took a shaky breath. “There are others too.” “Others?” “Supernatural beings.” I tilted my head slightly, acting confused. “Like what?” He hesitated. “Wolves. Vampires. Skinwalkers. Fae. Things people don’t believe in.” My wolf bristled. “And you know this how?” I asked evenly. He looked at Bri’s unconscious form. “My family is a part of a group of mortal beings who hunt them.”

Their eyes still very much remained lifeless, their decaying flesh moving madly as they sprinted towards us. Ragnar barred his canines and his men charged forward. They tore through the army of the dead, but that was the thing. You couldn’t kill what was already dead. No matter how much they slashed, bit, tore, they still moved. This wasn’t something that could be killed by the natural, but the supernatural. Channelling my energy, I harnessed just enough to form a beam of light. “Move!” I yelled. On seeing the two balls of light in my hands, Ragnar and his men jumped out of the way and I blasted through the air my, their flesh and bone turning to ashes.

My heart pounded so fast, I was scared it would explode inside me. A large green eye appeared in front of me, and when I looked inside it felt like I was looking into a large cinema screen, except that I saw myself standing in front of Magnus and we were covered in blood with thousands of people, if not millions dead around us. Marble, Vanya, Cicada, Seraphine, Lucas, Claire, Akira, Louis, Iris, and other supernaturals as well.

“Hmph, we’ll see about that!” Zephyr said, unfazed. “Away with you!” Zephyr shouted, as the apparition drew closer. A flash of blue light burst forth from his forehead. A sharp screech could be heard. At the same time, the apparition started to shiver violently. Samson stared in disbelief as the apparition began to retreat, as though it had met a greater rival. “Mine!” Zephyr commanded. Almost instantly, the apparition turned into a flash of light, and was promptly absorbed into his forehead. “Hmm, weak!” Zephyr sighed. The mysterious rune on Zephyr was not only capable of commanding lightning, but also able to deal deadly blows to spirits.

I immediately asked him for my own reassurance - is there an end for him? "Yes there is!" He hit the small stick which he used as a bolster on the platform a few inches ahead from where he sat and dashed it through the floor. A spark of fire came out of it. Then he hit the place a few inches beside with the same bolster and there came out a small stream of water like a fountain. My throat became dry in blessedness for having experienced the felicity of his holiness. For the good stars I was destined I met him and he had some kind of a supernatural force in him.

I mean, he’s thousands of years old, which screams experience, so why would he want me? As I let the warmth of the fire warm my body, I think about the fractured images of what occurred in the cavern, and I realize that there’s a possibility that I might not be human either. My mind tries to shy away from the thought, but the more I try to avoid it, the more the truth takes root. There’s no other viable explanation for what I experienced. I was able to see in the dark and kill hellish creatures without a thought. It also doesn’t help that when I was washing my face before I went to bed, my eyes began to glow. Fear crawled down my spine as I inspected my glowing eyes. I wanted to call Bree at

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

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.