Supernatural Imaginary Friends Novels & Stories

“Well, this ought to make Cindy implode. I wonder how long before you have more followers than she does?” A bright spot, at least, just enough to stop the implosion going on inside me. Christian pulled out his phone. “It’s everywhere. Blogs. Supernatural news sites.” “They think you’re a ‘mystery omega from a forgotten bloodline,’” Talia read, snorting. “Wow. Okay. Drama. Not to mention wrong.”

“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.”

Late one summer night, as they tuned into frequencies unknown, the friends—Jake, Emily, Noah, and Lily—accidentally opened a portal to the Upside Realms, a parallel dimension dripping with eerie echoes of their own world. Unbeknownst to them, the Upside Realms harbored dark entities hungry for the energy of the living. As strange occurrences plagued Everwood—disappearing pets, flickering streetlights, and odd markings etched on the town's trees—the friends realized they were at the center of a supernatural storm.

I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster. The soldier in front of me spoke over his shoulder in a hushed tone so that his superiors couldn’t hear. “We’re hunting supernaturals,” he said. “I’m sorry,” I said, meekly. “Do you mean like Superman and Batman? They’re real?” “Where are you from, girl?” the soldier laughed. He was joined by a few others who were close enough to hear. “I wasn’t trying to be funny. I just don’t understand what you mean by supernatural,” I said with a hurt tone.

She declared with a smile positively. “The thing is supernaturals are real”. He paused a bit to see her reaction, probably to see her go crazy or hysterical or probably laugh to his face and call him crazy but surprisingly, none of that came. “The powerful races supernatural world consists of Werewolves, vampires, witches and demons. But the weaker races consists of Sirens, banshees, faes, fairys, mermaids and even elves.” She nods.

Imara looked out the window and saw Ben bent over, pulling a stump from the ground and she twisted her lips to the side. “What’s that look about?” Thorin asked as he made a circle in front of him with his finger. Imara sighed and pushed herself back in her chair. “He’s been having just God-awful nightmares. He wakes up screaming and crying nearly every night. About me, I suppose. He becomes nearly hysterical if he wakes up and I’m not laying beside him.” Thorin bit his lip and drummed his fingers on the table. It’s not uncommon for supernaturals to have visions. Thorin grew concerned that these were more than nightmares. “Hmm. I’m sure it’s nothing to be concerned about. Not worth worrying y

helping them integrate the supernatural into their worldview rather than fighting it as a hallucination. "We aren't erasing their memories anymore," Evangeline told Emma, who was helping design the visual aids for the therapy. "We’re giving them the 'Subtitles' so they can understand the movie they’re living in." The ink on the LNI charter was barely dry when the first official request for assistance arrived from the San Francisco Police Department. A "Resonance Pocket" had opened inside a high-end shopping mall in Union Square. A group of "Friendly Spirits" - ancient, translucent nymphs from the Earth’s deeper layers - had manifested in the center fountain, and their "Joy-Song" was inadvert

I didn't want anyone to overhear this ridiculous conversation. “You have no idea how many secrets the world contains, Dante. Supernaturals are real. And they live amongst us,” He declared this with fervour. Conviction even. If he pulled out a vial of holy water and began to sprinkle it around the table, I wouldn't have been any more surprised than I already was. “Mateo, are you listening to yourself right now? You're stalking someone because you're trying to prove a fantasy is real. You know it's a crime right?” I whispered urgently, my frustration rising.

act. “Like, wow,” she said, widening her eyes. “That’s way cool. Like Superman and Spider-Man and The Avengers and stuff?” Smith frowned, while Jones rolled his eyes. “Those are comic book characters, Miss Farnsworth,” Jones said stiffly. “We deal with real ‘stuff’, like magic and vampires and witches.” “Vampires and witches are real?” Cali squealed. “I knew it! This is so totally cool.” She looked at them with the stupidest expression she could muster. “But why are you talking to me?”

she asks, coming closer. “Trying to find anything on supernatural beings that can invade people’s minds, but I’m not finding anything I don’t already know,” I say, pushing the book away in frustration. “Hmm, a makkari could. A visum could if they were granting a wish. A God definitely could, but that seems like a waste of their time. Why are you looking this up anyway? Is it a mission you’re working on?” she asks curiously. “A personal mission, you could say,” I answer evasively.