Supernatural Malleus Maleficarum Novels & Stories

Fen's eyes burned brighter with each passing hour, his power growing exponentially as he absorbed the alpheno's essence. Finally, as the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, the ritual reached its climax. With a triumphant roar, Fen unleashed a surge of power that swept through the chamber, enveloping Mary Jane and Alfred in a blinding light. Their bodies, once vibrant and full of life, withered and crumbled to dust, leaving behind only their lifeless souls.

Dani paused and sniffed the vile. “Holy blood? Not a very common thing. Finding someone who is not just pure but holy isn’t easy. And here I thought I was the blood snob.” Dani snorted. “It is a potent anti-magic spell. Aunt Sarael invented the spell, like our guild’s talismans but to be modified to target certain types of supernatural creatures.” Khalid explained. “Isis, can you grab a bowl so we can start this? Then I have enough empty canisters that we can fill to use.” Khalid glanced in my direction.

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

I turn and face him, surprised to see that Alex, Rowan, Carrick, Kell, and another man are also standing there. Seeing my despair, Azazel pulls me into his arms. “We need to go in there and help Mikhail.” I cry out mournfully. “Please.” Azazel shakes his head. “We can’t, luv. Mikhail and Luka have enacted the Macto Benficium duellum Sanguis.” My brow furrows with confusion. “I don’t understand. What does that mean?”

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.

Draku suggested. “I’m afraid he couldn’t do it again. What Merlin did was a forbidden kind of dark spell. Opening and entering into a passage will lead to the demon’s attraction. Let’s just hope no demons tagged along when each of came out from the place.” Dr. Gilbert astoundingly explained. I have been working with Dr. Gilbert for quite some time but I didn’t know how extensive his knowledge about superstitious beings. “Dr. Gilbert,” Merlin said. “It was nice to see you back, old friend. I was thinking that you have been busy helping your place from the unexpected arrival of the unidentified spaceships.” Dr. Gilbert replied.

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.

I blasted the heater, shivers not only coming from the cold outside. “Crap- Corpseboy really does exist,” I murmured forlornly. Fatigue alone wouldn't have sent Rocco face-down into the dirt- sure, I could have hallucinated the whole episode with Corpseboy in the parking lot, but my knocked out friend was a testament to supernatural involvement. Nothing in the earthly plane could knock Morocco out, neither fatigue nor a well-aimed punch, which he could all too easily deflect. No, the only answer was preternatural interference- Samael's grubby fingerprints were stamped all over this.

She waves her arms around in agitation. I take her hands and lower them back on her lap. “It doesn’t matter because I won’t let anything happen to you.” Her eyes hone in on our joined hands and tighten around mine. “What do we do now?” I turn to an awaiting Fallon and signal for him to continue. Fallon nods his head in agreement and exhales deeply. “According to the Caeleste Codex, the book of all Supernatural, Marael is using the Potestatem Vitae Mortem spell to end the world. The Codex says that the Siphon is the gateway to bringing all hell on earth. From what we gathered, once the Siphon is connected to the witch, there is no reversing it. Even if you kill the witch, all of the power wou

Ryan's eyes widened. "You better walk fast if you don't want your dick to be among them. Well, this is Bincubus's chamber and Dincubus's chamber." "What are they?" "Your worst nightmare. Their chamber is one of the biggest demonic chamber because it has a male demon and a female demon in it so it's like two in one. The first chamber is owned by Bincubus, the demon in male form that seeks to have sexual intercourse with women that are fast asleep. In some countries it is known as spirit husband it spiritual husband. Once it starts sleeping with the women, it never stops, the woman will experience bad luck, marital delay, barrenness or she might not even get married because Bincubus can be ver