Supernatural Novels Novels & Stories

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

Lydia asks honestly curious as she did not know about supernaturals until two nights ago. "We are a secrete to the mundane sweetie, the problem is there are so many novels and movies and series about our kind that some believe the conspiracy theories." She nods her head at Markus. Hmm, makes sense why my grandparents always kept me from screens and stuff, the corruption would have sullied me and most likely would not have had a great reaction to my new world. Indeed Little one, your grandparents were indeed smart, Mary says in my head.

Remember that—for the next time we meet, your kingdom and your people will be at my mercy. And with that, it was gone. I fell to the ground, my breath caught in my throat as my hands quickly found my neck while I coughed frantically. "Saraphina… Saraphina…" I kept repeating her name as I fell to the ground, releasing my beast. I didn’t care anymore—I wanted it to run wild and destroy. All that was important was finding her. I’d seen danger before, with so many dangerous supernatural creatures—but I’d never faced anything like this in my life.

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

Aspyn Right as we are getting ready to leave Lumi pops out and so does her familiar Faith I believe and what is crazy they are bot h9 tail foxes and white. We teleport to what looks like a pack territory there a ton of warrior and some of people there I am a bit confused; Dee tell me that we are a pack land that she just inquiries through a young female Alpha that she made Pack Alpha so she could get her hands on the one responsible for the king’s death. My mouth dropped when she said that and while we were talking two people come really quietly out of the packhouse towards us one of her men told her that it was the Alpha and her Beta, when they got close I see a girl with shoulder length bl

It's been two weeks since I arrived, and I must say, these past few days have been nothing short of interesting. Alex and I have gotten really close; he took me on a tour of the town, which was informative and eye-opening. I discovered that this place is home to several supernatural creatures besides werewolves, such as lycans, chimeras, vampires, witches, fairies, and many more that I can't recall.

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

King Thorvald decided to ignore her suggestion, and was grateful when they finally reached the exit of the dungeons. King Thorvald decided to stay inside tonight as he knew that the Lycans will all be shifting tonight as soon as the moon was hanging high in the middle of the sky. ‘If only they knew what I have in store for them,’ King Thorvald thought to himself with a grin on his face, thinking about his pet, an original werewolf, King Makens' brother, Prince Lowe. Four hundred and forty years ago, Prince Lowe declared himself king and set off the start of the Supernatural war. A millennium ago, the two brothers were born on the same day, one minute apart from two different mothers. King Ma

"And it led me to you." Her pulse kicked. "You're a hunter?" "Something like that." The wind shifted, carrying a metallic scent. Blood. Kael's expression changed. "We're not alone." Before Seraphina could speak, shadows broke through the mist-five shapes, crawling low, their eyes glowing white. Wraiths. Demon wraiths. The kind that tore souls from the living. She swung her blade as one lunged at her. Blue fire burst from the runes, cutting it clean in half. Another came from behind, but Kael moved faster-his hand flared red, and a wave of heat exploded from his palm, burning the creature to ash.

I follow him into the secluded space, and once we're out of earshot from potential passersby, I ask the question that's been bothering me since I discovered my new ability. "How many different kinds of subs are there? What kind are you? Where are others? Are there any here at the college?" His eyebrows rise slightly at my barrage of questions. "That's quite a lot to cover in five minutes." "Just the basics, then." He considers for a moment, then leans against the stone retaining wall. "There are seven primary classifications of supernaturals, though there are numerous subcategories and hybrid variations." "Seven?" I press. "What are they?"