Supernatural Novels & Stories

We do not know where this challenge is going to take place, but we know it will be very difficult. “So where are we going, mother?” Lila asked. “You both are going to the land of no return,” she said. Lila and I gasped. Land of no return is called that for a reason, that is where the dark supernaturals are kept, the supernaturals born with insanity, born with darkness twirling inside them. They have committed a lot of atrocities and have done things that are so gruesome. Time doesn’t move there and all of them can’t die and they are not fed either. They all eat themselves and kill themselves. If we go there, we are like new meat

I immediately asked him for my own reassurance - is there an end for him? "Yes there is!" He hit the small stick which he used as a bolster on the platform a few inches ahead from where he sat and dashed it through the floor. A spark of fire came out of it. Then he hit the place a few inches beside with the same bolster and there came out a small stream of water like a fountain. My throat became dry in blessedness for having experienced the felicity of his holiness. For the good stars I was destined I met him and he had some kind of a supernatural force in him.

Cillian Vandeer Hawthorne was a man of impossibly high expectations, and his opinion of Jaxon had never been particularly high. This debacle wouldn’t help. He refused to touch the topic of Penelope. “Let him think whatever he wants,” Jaxon muttered. “I’ll deal with him when I’m ready.” Gabriel laughed softly. “Right. Because that’s worked so well for you in the past.” Jaxon let out an exasperated sigh, one that showed just how tired he was. “Why are you here, Gabriel? Don't you have better things to do? Like overseeing Canada?” “Tokyo division called me first,” Gabriel said, stretching out like he owned the car. “Something about an ‘unusual systems alert.’ Figured I’d keep an eye on things w

“Yes El! Supernaturals are magical creatures, call it poetic or not, they are special, even vampires. They are creatures moved by magic!” “But I—I don’t have magic.” “Uh, yeah, there’s a fucking reason you don’t have magic!” “No, I mean, I’m fully human, I know neither of my parents were supernaturals, no ancestry either and I’m certainly not a witch!” “Then it’s less of a miracle and more of an act of god that you aren’t dead from taking that shit for—fuck, how long?” “…Ten years?...Charlie? Are—are you alright?” I asked worriedly as she just stood there for a few moments, wide eyed and looking like she’d been beamed to the moo

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Astrid's brows furrows as she pondered, "Do supernaturals work as bodyguards for humans?" "Absolutely," Elena replies, "In fact, supernaturals make up more than fifty percent of the security industry. They often keep their true nature hidden, especially when working with human clients. It's a matter of blending in and not drawing unnecessary attention."

Seth answered with sarcastic calmness. Zane suddenly pointed at the TV screen. "Hey, guys, what's that about?" We all looked at the blue screen as white words started scrolling towards the top from the bottom of the screen, and I immediately regretted not listening to the speech that the president had given earlier. "PARANORMAL AND SUPERNATURAL BEINGS EXIST. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. DEFEND YOURSELVES TO THE FULLEST EXTENT. $1,000 WILL BE PAID FOR EVERY SUPERNATURAL BEING CAPTURED AND BROUGHT IN TO LAW ENFORCEMENT ALIVE. DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK."

But what about measurable, scientific, real reality? He glanced my way, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. — Paranormal fiction exploded in the early 21st century. Do vampires exist? You shapeshifters, superheroes with supernatural powers, do ghosts really exist? I doubt that Does anyone care if they exist or not. The truth is that people are actually having fun reading and writing about them! Damien leaned forward, Thunder Struck in his hands. — The heart of a book is the hero. It has to be strong, it has to be larger than life in

The Omniscient Deity was puzzled. The custodian said, “Demonic Energy only targets the best of the best, the most distinguished among his or her peers. Once someone like her crosses into the Supernatural level, she will gain insight into the Grand Supernatural. Who do you think you are? You two are merely ordinary people. As such, Demonic Energy has little to no effect on you. Demonic Energy is, after all, designed specifically to target geniuses.” Hearing this, the Omniscient Deity felt awkward.

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.