Supernatural Idjits Novels & Stories

It signified something divine, almost like the powers of the moon goddess herself. The air stilled as Idris climbed to his feet. His snarl faltered. “What… what are you?” I had no idea what I was. Half wolf, half—something else. I felt a strange current charge in me. Like a supernatural force flowing inside. I stretched out my hand and summoned a ball of fire, throwing it their way. Idris dodged just in time, but wolves who got caught in it went up in flames. Idris backed away in fear.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"

"Are there any usemi or akharu there? What about idimmu and humans?" He tried to stare me down but I hung on and he finally relented. "Okay," he said with a shrug. He leaned back along the rough redwood log. "Eden is pretty much sethian. Other supernaturals prefer living on their own, but some work for the Nasaru as enforcers and whatnot." "No idimmu?" "Not really. Since they are genetically inclined to insanity, they aren't very useful. Sethians look upon idimmu as mutants, accidents that should never have been allowed to happen."

“Selena had dug into it centuries ago when we found you and wanted to know more about you when she was trying to convince you to turn when you were the way you were.” “Yeah well I want to know more about it, I don’t want to go at this blind,” Jayden said turning his attention outside. “I want to know more about the other supernaturals, and what they are capable of, we don’t need to be caught off guard. We have to be prepared to fight because we all know they are going to fight us because of the wars.”

I was as lost as her. “Who are ‘we’ you keep mentioning them and who is that god you all want to awaken if there is such a thing?” She asked in confusion and the male laughed as he watched Tamara’s confused face and I clenched my fists, feeling my claws dug into my palms. “We are the fed up supernaturals. We want the world to change. And mate, you are silly, of course, there are gods or did you think that there is only the moon goddess, the weakest of the weak?”

She stood in front of me even though I could tell she was terrified. "Look I have no idea what kind of psychopathic cult shit you got her in but she is staying with me," Kris said and a growl reverberated through Creed's chest. "Creed," I warned and he stopped immediately. "What are you doing?" He asked me. "There is a reason the majority of the world doesn't know about the existence of the supernaturals." "What the fuck it's like I just stepped into a roleplaying game." Kris was flabbergasted at the words coming put of Creed's mouth.

“It’s inside her now.” A cold shiver ran down Lena’s spine. She had known, on some level, that she wasn’t the same as before. But hearing it spoken aloud made it real. Dorian huffed. “Great. So, what? Do we exorcise it? Perform some kind of magical cleansing ritual?” Idris shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that.” Lena’s pulse quickened. “Then how does it work?” Idris hesitated. Then, finally, he said, “You have two choices.”

“I assure you I’m not, Dr Jin.” “Don’t call me Supernatural Professor. Just call me Ant. Everyone calls me that.” I asserted. I tried to ascertain the speaker’s identity, but the sunlight behind the figure made it hard for me to make out his facial features. I stood up to get a better view but he continued. “Some call you the Bridge. The Bridge to the other worlds.” I winced at that description written by Singapore Global, a journalistic social site with over a million subscribers. It was an inconvenient overstatement, one of the causes of unnecessary public attention.

This is another level of craziness, if someone told these things to me about a year ago, hell even some months ago I would’ve thought it was hilarious but now I just don’t even know how I feel. Should I be happy that I have got the rarest connection, like ever or I should be sad that my whole identity is changed from now on? I can feel it that nothing is the same, when I discovered that supernaturals are real it was a different kind of change, my perspective on life changed not me, I was the same but now I don’t think I’ll ever be the same even if I wake up suddenly and it’s a dream.

I’m average height at five-five, but Zane is at least a head or so taller than me. Tomorrow our little bliss ends as we go to the city. Somehow supernatural drugs are being given to humans. Supernatural drugs are much stronger and deadly to humans. All over there are just random spikes of drug overdoses. It’s to the point that the human authorities are getting involved, and the last thing we need is a war between supernaturals and humans again. It gets threatened every handful of decades. I guess we are due for it.