Supernatural Imagines Novels & Stories

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h

He instantly cut me off, seeming like he could actually read my thoughts as he calmly explained, “Supernaturals are way more stronger than these puny little humans, hence your charms will not affect them in the same way it does for the humans. Plus, they wouldn’t dare touch what is already claimed.”

"In a nutshell, supernaturals and humans create idimmu. And unchecked, insane idimmu would destroy the world. The Nasaru also keep the idimmu from exposing the supernatural world to humans because they just can't handle the idea of them at all." I had no defense for his logic, but it didn't feel right. "Anyway, that's why they track and tag wayward supernaturals," said Zander. "And then play judge and jury," I said. He looked confused. "You know, decide if they are a threat to anyone." Zander raised an eyebrow at my slightly mocking tone. I couldn't help it. It all sounded too much like the witch trials, the massive wolf hunts, and vicious exorcisms throughout history. How many innocents had

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

"We are needed at the base. " Seraphina's facial expression turned serious. She sat up straighter, her hands curling into a fist again. Her face contorted. The first thought that slammed into her mind was— demons. They were multiplying, scattering across the city in ways The Order hadn't predicted. Maybe another place the nestted have been discovered. She was about to say something when Amara interrupted. "And before you think it's the demons, no, it's not." Seraphina exhaled. "It's something about the Supernaturals —another specie — the lycanthropes."

“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.

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?”

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

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.

The reflected images on its surface showed not Jack's face, but a crumbling cityscape from a universe that had died before Earth's sun was born. "Speak." "Your clients want possibility. Futures. Tomorrows that their dead universes can never generate." Jack reached into the Supernatural Ledger, feeling the warm pulse of the Utterance's awareness riding alongside his own consciousness. "I have access to the only entity in existence that can create genuine, unlimited possibility. The Utterance. The consciousness that dreams reality." "The Utterance is collateral," Collector-Seven stated flatly. "You cannot leverage collateral you do not own."