Supernatural Imagines Novels & Stories

He suspected that he wouldn’t like the answer. “August Mason is a fanatic with aspirations to enslave the human race,” Sparrow replied, his attention on his task. “He has been gathering allies throughout the supernatural realm and brainwashing them to rise against humans. His sick rhetoric is that the supernatural world are the natural power of this land, and that humans were intended to be cattle, food, subject to the whims of the supernaturals that live amongst us. He would disrupt the natural order of the world, and…” Heath sucked in air through his nose as he felt the energy in the room change. He breathed in and closed his eyes as he savored it. “Do you smell that?” He murmured.

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

Her eyes did a crawl around the small sized cell filled with cobwebs on the walls and ceiling. "This is the Celestial Imperial." The old lady answered. “The Celestial Imperial?” She repeated with a confused look on her face. “What’s does it mean? Perhaps is this heaven…or hell?” She questioned frantically. They all exchanged glances, wondering if their new inmate was in her right senses to think this place was heaven…maybe it was hell on earth. “This is a supernatural society that harbors all kinds of special creatures like witches, wizards, werewolves and vampires.” The youngest of them explained.

Tessavask confused and look at Landon shrugging and a shiver runs down Regina's spine. "At the beginning of times, when the supernatural was created, no one thought it would be necessary to seperate everyone and they thought everyone would live in peace, but as the numbers rised and power was gained so did the demand of territories. The strongest of each specie fought it out and the demons won. The demons won, they were cunning and knew how cheat their way up. Their brute strenght was never enough. Everyone had to accept him is their king, and it was dark times. The demons florished and the other species starved and were killed one by one, no one was powerful enough to remove him from the th

The demon master appeared sincere. “Your minion called me a Qistina. What does he mean by that?” Alexa asked not wanting to beat around the bush. The sooner she got the information the better. She didn’t want to be in this inferno for a second longer. The demon master sighed rubbing his neck as he thought about her question. “Well, you will have to know about a few other things before I answer that,” he began. “You see, the supernaturals are creatures who hold powers that cannot be understood by the humans, they thrive on power. In this world, power is everything. The strongest and most powerful of all will survive and weakest will perish,” he continued.

she mocks, though enforcing my thoughts. “Then why?” I press, amazed I’m still managing to stay conscious, even if doing so is excruciating. Invidia leans forward once more, her eyes gleaming with crazed excitement. “Did you know, that in every supernatural being on this Earth, there are microscopic amounts of the blood of the God who created them flowing through their veins?” If my face wasn’t pale before, it sure as fuck is now. “That’s…”

I am already thinking cult was the right assumption from the sounds of it. “What are ‘The Hidden’?” Imogen asks. “’The Hidden’ is what we call everyone who belongs to a supernatural species.” And there it is….the crazy. Of course, this gorgeous, perfect girl had to come with a fatal flaw. “What do you mean supernatural?” Imogen, sweet innocent Imogen, still trying to make it make sense. “Witches, werewolves, vampires, fairies, like that.” “And of those things, which do you claim to be?” I ask her, barely masking my open hostility at this point.

The introduction to supernaturals in the human world. " What the hell, Are we in the supernatural realm? " Jack asked In shock, His eyes scanned the entire woods and he sighted Mysterious in full speed, He whooshed off and the rest followed him from behind not knowing who he was pursuing. " That's Mysterious over there, Let's get him " Jack said and Felix frowned, Felix activated his Demi god speed and he was much more faster than the rest, Jones was an hybrid but he was much more perfect and faster because he is the phantom hybrid, A legendary prophesied one for that matter.

“No. While every other supernatural being may have biological parents, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you do not have biological parents. You were placed on this earth as a way to tame and control the imperfections that were created and to rule over kingdoms. It is prophesized that you would be the most charming, charismatic, and loving being in the world that you would not be able of corruption. To make sure this is the case, when you were placed onto the earth, you were put through a series of tests which would have shifted the personality of any regular imperfect being. These tests, although unnecessary, are usually everyday struggles that humans face. Due to the fact that s

The fantasy took over completely—Father Chris’s voice in my ear, his breath hot against my neck, his fingers replacing mine, thicker, surer, pressing that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I pictured him saying “louder” again while he fingered me in that candlelit room. I pictured him watching me come apart on his hand and still not giving me his cock. Not yet. The thought of being denied again pushed me over the edge. My thighs clamped around my wrist. My whole body seized, shaking so hard the water churned like a storm. I came with his name on my lips—Chris, not Father—muffled against my own arm so the neighbors wouldn’t hear.