Supernatural Imagines Novels & Stories

he rasped. A second figure stepped forward, her eyes glowing red. “Then it begins.” “She will come for the others,” the first one said. “And when she does, we’ll be ready.” He grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “The Queen of Supernatural has risen. And soon... she’ll kneel.”

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

It was so absurd to even admit to myself. Sighing deeply, I let my fingers roam on the keypad and typed 'Super Strength'. Articles and articles about energy drinks, diet plans, and gym recommendations popped up. Scrolling down, I caught an article about 'Supernatural Beings And Their Powers.' I clicked on it and let the words register in my mind. There were mentions of werewolves, vampires, lycans, mermaids, sirens, warlocks, and whatnot. But in the same article, it was also written that all these creatures are fictional and there was no evident proof to suggest that they exist in reality.

Despite the morbid topic of discussion, my lips curl up. "Demons are supernaturals who practises dark magic. As far as I know they are rare. Not everyone can practise magic and stay sane. But they are powerful because demonic powers on top of their inherent ones makes them more powerful than an average supernatural creature and sometimes stronger ones too." I have no doubt about their power because I saw Zenith literally ending Hansika’s life who was supposedly the best witch in aunt Jade’s academy. This thought doesn’t give me any solace. It only fills me with dread and more anxiety.

My heart pounded so fast, I was scared it would explode inside me. A large green eye appeared in front of me, and when I looked inside it felt like I was looking into a large cinema screen, except that I saw myself standing in front of Magnus and we were covered in blood with thousands of people, if not millions dead around us. Marble, Vanya, Cicada, Seraphine, Lucas, Claire, Akira, Louis, Iris, and other supernaturals as well.

As the first anniversary of my coronation approached, strange signs began manifesting throughout the kingdom. Visions haunted our oracles, who spoke in riddles that grew more urgent with each passing day. Ancient prophecies, dormant for centuries, began stirring to life in dusty tomes and crumbling stone tablets. Alexander started having vivid dreams of gates made of pure light, massive portals that seemed to connect our world to something vast and unknown. Seraphina experienced waking visions of a future where humans and supernaturals lived openly together not in perfect harmony, but in the kind of productive tension that drives progress. More troubling, their powers grew increasingly unpre

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.

I caught Helena's perplexed sully face. "I'll be back," I muttered and left the room. Helena's POV I was already sweating and shaking a few seconds after Charles left the room. I looked around and images of the past flashed through my mind. What happened that might, that same night. I saw the lifeless corpses of my father and my brother in a dark room. I could imagine the young me stretching out my hand to touch my father's bloody face. I shook my head and went to sit down on the bed corner hugging my knee as sweat circulated my forehead. Charles rushed in and called out to me but I didn't answer. He pointed his touch round the room until the beam reached my direction and he came to where

I can feel it. Inside me, something else is coming alive. It could have been just my mind playing tricks on me, but no. I can hear the sounds of different creatures, I can see shadows of their forms. The Supernaturals. The light is calling on them. The light is reviving them, reviving the earth and preparing everyone for a future that’s like the past. Slowly, I can feel the wolf pulling back, returning the reins to me. Not only that, it feels like it’s handing it to me graciously, like a king handing the throne to his heir.