Supernatural Jimmy Novak Novels & Stories

"My family." I blink. "What?" He looks down, shame falling over his features. "I'm Master Belmont's son, Nova. My father's great-grandfather served the god. Which means the people who sacrificed the spirit are now trapped in me—" He lifts his gaze, a haunted look in his eyes. "They were from my family line." The refrigerator hums on. Somewhere in the living room, Mina laughs at something Theo says, oblivious. But in here, it's suddenly hard to breathe.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE Jimmy darted behind one table and then another, trying to get as far away from the Anunnaki as possible, but nothing stopped their advance. Eventually he pushed himself up against a wall and sunk down into a squat with his arms over his head, naked and vulnerable, wearing only his boxers. The Anunnaki pushed right past him as though he wasn’t there. They were interested only in Mr Isimud. They fell on him in a blurred and shadowy mass. Jimmy pulled himself up and sat on the edge of a table.

“Still keeping with the supernatural theme, and it was actually made in this century.” “Oh! Have you heard of Supernatural?” I perked up. “Big fan.” He grinned. “I mean, Sam, Dean, and Cas… yeah, major slash vibes there. And I’d call Jeffrey Dean Morgan ‘Daddy’ any day of the week.” “Right! So freaking hot. Like my entire sexuality in one cast.” “JDM’s in The Walking Dead.” “I don’t like horror things.” “You’re cool with a high school chick dusting vamps, but not zombies?”

Aayush. Chris Chen and Ho Tai Yuan are both 22, and Aayush is 23. While I was absorbed with their pictures, the Colonel made a quick introduction that caught me off guard. “Gentlemen, Dr. Anthony Jin, the legendary Supernatural Professor. The man who we all hope can help to find the boys.” There was a round of lame applause, which gave me insight into how seriously they took me. I nodded and cleared my throat before speaking. “Thank you, Colonel. I am no Supernatural Professor, just a humble servant at your service.”

I sat up quickly to get a better look at them. Raspy deep laughter left the creature but their lips did not move a bit. They stayed rooted to the ground as if the edge of the cruddy room was as far as they could go. "Straight to the point, just like him," the voice was filled with amusement," you can call me Novu. I am an immortal." "A god?" their words piquing my interest. I wanted to ask about who they'd mentioned but immortals were notoriously vague. A strange humming sound surrounded them," yes." Their figure approached the bed until they completely covered the light emitting from the TV. Only their red eye lit up the dark shroud around them.

Jimmy gave it a had kick and sensed he might be able to yank it off entirely. As he repeatedly kicked and pulled the twisted metal, Jimmy recalled his earlier conversation with McEwan, about his grandfather leaving her a voice message, the truth which concerns her family. At the time it had meant nothing, but now, knowing the Priory of Sion was involved, Jimmy felt a startling new possibility emerge.

It definitely looked like he would grow up to be meaner than Zac. Zac looked at Jim in sympathy. "Bro, how about acting by yourself in your next film?" That suggestion was purely a joke. He was well aware of the other man's secret. Jim had a hidden illness: he was a cleanliness freak. He hated kissing women he didn't know. He would only kiss someone after making sure that she was healthy and as fastidious about cleanliness as he was. Jim pinched Holy's face and said, "Ok, imp. Someday, once I find the right leading lady, I'll show you what I can do!"

They yelled about having brought a demon home as they locked him in the basement. The cries of the creature i called brother broke my heart. Marla drove fast down the street to get a priest. We waited hat entire day as Jim held a gun in front of the basement door. We didnt find out until well past the time the sun went down that Marla had barely made it to the next street over. Jim became convinced that Salvatore had done something to her with his unknown powers and that he would be next.

I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me. "Thanks for the blessing. Psychopath." I spoke softly. The bell above the front door rang. "Mark! We got a job!" My new apprentice shouted from outside. "They pulled an unidentified body out of the Hillsbalt River! It's been in the water so long that it's falling apart! The police want you to stitch it back together!" "Charge extra! Water damage costs double!" I shouted back. Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside.

Tyr asked immediately. Jim looked like he was dazed. He didn’t answer Tyr’s question; instead, he controlled his wheelchair to head to the snowfield outside. There were two rows of deep wheel prints left behind on the snowfield. Both Tyr and Magus realized that something seemed to be off with Jim’s state, so they quickly chased after him. “Old Zab, what’s wrong with you?” Tyr didn’t understand what was going on in Jim’s mind. Given his reaction, it looked as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.