Supernatural Idjits Novels & Stories

He smirked. In addition to making the enemy pay the price, he also has to find his brother and sister. So he couldn't live comfortably with a one-on-one enemy. He is forced to survive, continuing his father's unfinished dream, which is: "Establish an army with superhuman abilities, build a base in outer space, take control of the heavens Summer." Amold left the cell, he walked softly to Lida's room, peering inside through a small hole. The hole he had secretly made to see the wonderful moments inside, or rather admire Lida's pearly white body.

Joan, still thinking and not recognizing the creatures that the little blonde Luna and Susan talked about, resolved to ask about them. "So, Susan , what are Nargles and Wrackspurts? I don't remember hearing about them." "I'm not surprised that you have not heard about them, Joan, because they are extra dimensional little creatures that have the ability to mess with people's heads. The Nargles goad people to take things that don't belong to them, commiting thievery, and the Wrackspurts lead people to make stupid decisions. The suspended-Headmaster seems to have an infestation of them for having made such bad decisions for the school."

my moron brother proudly declares as if it were the genius idea of the century. Lucia is half hysterical and almost screams to tell me: "You understand better why I say he's a moron now? And, you know what the worst part of the story is, Sole mio? Is that this moron thought Didi was a whore!" Santo finally looks outraged that he would be called so much and, in such a short period, a moron. He barely has time to open his mouth when the door to my office suddenly opens again. Matteo enters, a devastating smile on his lips.

said Clay. Jenna sighed, “There is nothing in any of our history books about this war. Supernaturals are just make-believe.” Clay nodded, “But you came from a different timeline, so maybe you’re the key to changing everything.” "In books, supernaturals are scary. Vampires kill humans and drink their blood, dragons are ferocious, werewolves are feared, and witches are deemed crazy.” Jenna said with a look of worry on her face. Both men smiled, “So most of that is true, but we all follow rules and a code.”

Antonio waved with a beautiful smile sitting beside him, they seem to be really good friends, what do I expect good looking people always become friends, no wonder Amber and Demetria were friends, kinda sad she was never a friend. "Deme, good luck" her annoying voice pierced the room making everyone quiet and turned to look at me, as typical I sat with my hands crossed, I can't help it, although not the same soul but sometimes my mannerism matches and blends perfectly that am becoming confused that maybe I never existed, but I know for a fast that I did exist something just switch in reality, the number of conspiracy theories and glitch in the matrix I have consumed from the internet yet non

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

He stands as the solitary living werecat, holding the potential to safeguard their ancestral bloodline. This subculture of Supernaturals was as diverse as it was majestic, boasting a lineage that included weretigers, werelions, wereleopards, werecheetahs, and even some domesticated cats. Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios.

He instantly cut me off, seeming like he could actually read my thoughts as he calmly explained, “Supernaturals are way more stronger than these puny little humans, hence your charms will not affect them in the same way it does for the humans. Plus, they wouldn’t dare touch what is already claimed.”

It seemed as though he was screaming, but none could hear a sound coming from him. A moment later, everyone heard a thunderous voice yelling in their mind, "Leave!" Even I, who was at home, felt my head spin after experiencing that. To everyone's surprise, the group of zombies swiftly disappeared from the general public's sight like an ebbed tide. Dad, the only mutant who possessed mind power in this city, became a messiah-like icon. When the day of Christmas Eve arrived, our family was even invited to the base leader's home for a gathering.

Supernatural hunters. From their description, they hunt supernatural creatures and make the world aware of their existence. A smirk pulled at my lips. Perfect! My hand hovered over their live chat button, hesitation creeping in for a moment, but I brushed it off, texting them anyway. ‘Welcome to Supernatural hunters’ crib. May I know how we can help you?’ I read the text, taking a moment to think about it again before telling them everything, not after making sure that I could trust them. Then their text popped on the screen again.