Supernatural Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

“Well, we have the ability to sense truthful or trustworthy humans. It’s difficult to describe properly. It means though that we know who we can safely employ.” I was stunned. I had never heard of this before now. “What about other supernatural beings?” She sighed. “Not so much. Some of our elders claim to be able to use it on other vampires but I suspect this is a lie. As for werewolves and mages. I can get a rough sense about someone, but nothing solid.” Before I could stop myself, I asked, “What sense do you get about me?” The corner of her mouth twitched, and I instantly felt stupid.

“So, it seems we have nothing to fear from the supernaturals who are rebelling against our government. Our, possibly, puppet government. One that may, in fact, be run by supernaturals who want to keep us weak. In the coming days and months, we should look to news of other cities, states, and countries; and their relationships with their supernatural neighbors. Perhaps, we’ve only seen monsters in the shadows cast by others. This is Heather Olsen, Channel Six News.” I concluded.

“How does that work?” “I ask them to join, they say yes or no,” I answer. It’s a bit flippant of me. “So far, we have, well, someone from most of the major supernatural groups. Vampire, witch, Hunter. Human. Part Fae. Sarah, my Mate, is proposing we ask a ghost. We’ll welcome anyone who has similar morals and goals to us.” Most of the room is staring at me, nobody bothering to pretend they’re not listening in. Russel frowns, looking suspicious. “What goals would they be?”

He feels uneasy of the situation because he clearly remembers a story just the same as this event when he was still young. Playful, mocking voices that are mysteriously heard but cannot be seen. One time, Lord Fabien's master once told him the other magical creatures that live with them in a parallel land just the same as theirs. He said that they can be friends but sometimes, these creatures can be deadly foes. "S-show yourselves! I know who you are, folks. Stop this nonsense and get out of...your concealment." Fabien cautiously says. "You know us?" A mysterious voice echo followed by a teasing chuckles.

“He didn’t put those supernatural abilities inside you, after all. It was probably destiny. He just happened to show up at the same time.” “You think I’m supernatural?” I chuckled. “Wow.” “You open and close portals and can shoot tiny energy balls that look and burn like fire from the palms of your hands,” my friends said with a roll of her eyes and a hint of sarcasm. “I wouldn’t say that was natural.” “So, I’m a meta-human?” I giggled.

There was a dark, almost feral look in his eyes, and with the way his jaws were tightly set, I could swear he was gnashing his teeth together. What the fuck? He dropped my hands. "I understand that this is ridiculous and bizarre but you're not dreaming." I'm definitely dreaming. "This Eden City is real but it doesn't exist in your realm, it's a supernatural realm that looks like a normal forest to the human eyes." Okay, I wasn't dreaming but I was locked up with some deranged hot guy who was sputtering rubbish because what? Supernatural realm? Human eyes? Why was he talking as if he were an alien?

They don’t want her to speak, and that tells me they’re hiding a secret. “Maya,” Lance calls, his voice firm. “Answer the question.” “Don’t worry, Mr. Jackson,” Silver says with a smile. “We’re only here to help.” They nod reluctantly, urging the girl to speak. “My brother had a weird obsession with the supernatural world,” she begins. “He believed vampires, werewolves—even dragons—exist.” “Hm,” I growl, my voice low. “Why would he believe in such things? That’s not real.”

“Wow.” “What?” “It's just,” I shook my head, “surreal. I have read and watched all of your existence, but they are very very certain to let us know that you guys are all fake and just fiction,” I wheezed. “Please, fiction,” she rolled her eyes. “Like humans could ever think of something so great. Seriously, most of the ideas come from higher demons that you know, either made a deal with a human and sold out or one that is probably in the industry.”

Kristof acts surprised, making me roll my eyes. “How were you going to inform me? Via a fire opal?” I tease. We never communicate by phone or email unless necessary, and even then, we don’t use our own devices. “Telepathically.” He winks, leading the way to the basement. Just like he said, Father is awake, staring up at the ceiling. I hurry to the side of his bed, carefully taking his hand. “You woke up.”

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.