Supernatural Idjits Novels & Stories

“We had to pull back almost completely as Darius was suddenly in hot water with the police after his wife’s suicide. In the eyes of the public—well I wasn’t going to risk exposing us so early, so we waited. College was supposed to store you till you were old enough and ready for the ritual, and now I suppose I’m storing you here till said ritual is ready.” “You killed my mother!” There’s nothing more stupid than a human trying to fight a supernatural creature that’s dozens or hundreds of times older than you and stronger than you, all without any form of training. Stupidity made up for it a little bit as my palm cracked against flesh, that wooden pipe going flying and clattering against the

James interrupted smilingly, “What do you propose to prove honestly? Words alone are insufficient. Shall we test your honesty right now?” Morgott replied confusedly, “What do you mean?” James stated calmly, “Merge with me and cast the Supernatural Power I had just created. Identity and rectify any shortcomings to make it the best version possible.”

“Consider the fact that your life partner sits in this room. Even without that, they are the key to your survival. The laws I’m speaking to you are older than the country we belong to. If you walk away at the end, you won’t survive very long. Each one of you has seen or learn something you can’t unsee, and it endangers thousands of people. Not just supernatural creatures. Throughout history, we have seen humans become obsessed with destroying supernatural creatures. It never ends well for them and often innocent supernatural beings. Humans die because they misidentify them as supernatural creatures. Now you are all lucky. My mate says that you are all showing signs of having found your own m

Gasps and whispers rippled through the onlookers as they watched in shock. Elder Magnus stepped forward, his eyes wide with surprise. He extended his hand toward Constantine, who remained standing, her eyes glowing with an intensity I had never seen before. "We have a winner," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. The crowd erupted into cheers, celebrating the new Supreme Sorcerer. I lay on the ground, a profound sense of defeat washing over me. I had given my all, and yet, something inexplicable had occurred during the ritual. It was as if the very forces of magic had chosen Constantine over me.

Wait, what is it that you are looking at? "....and who is Ash?" A small, dry voice could be heard. Even though it was dry, the voice sound was surprisingly deep. It was strange, but she tried to rationalize it by saying that he had only recently woken up. It was all in her head, including the fact that her hands appeared strange and that her arms and legs appeared significantly skinnier than they had previously. The reason for this is that she has never really paid attention in the past, and only recently has she realized that this is the reason why it appears strange. –

I try to move but he won’t let me. “I thought it be obvious. I think you might be the reincarnation of my beautiful wife Aamira. She did die about 23 years ago, and you can’t be more than what, 20 years old. I wonder what goes through my sons head when he’s fucking your beautiful pussy.”

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 .

She continued to explain how ANTI was so dangerous that it was literally impossible to fight them because they had special devices that could kill even the most powerful Supernaturals. “Well, let's assume they can't be fought, how on Earth will they know if someone is a Supernatural? It's not like it's written on our forehead or that we can't pass as humans.” She laughed and shook her head, genuinely surprised that I was so ignorant. “We are talking about an agency that has billions at its disposal and the full backing of multiple governments...they are capable of doing the impossible.”

------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to g

The ones in the lead were Undead Joey and Dallas. Undead Joey was in a long, black robe. He wore an eyepatch like a pirate and carried a small medical box made out of ebony behind his back. The box was his innate weapon. Next to him was a ferocious thug-like man with half of his shoulder exposed. It was Dallas, the Supernatural Cannon. He had two huge machetes behind his back, and he was wearing a hat made out of a mountain goat. Dallas was known as the Supernatural Cannon because of his unique ability. To describe it coarsely, it was farting. It was a move that was well-hated by everyone, and it was below everyone's dignity to point out his despicable technique.