Supernatural Outtakes Novels & Stories

Though he'd never directly use the word 'expendable' I often see it flickering on the surface of his tongue. "Save it, just tell me what's going on," I bite back. Tarin steps forward, a middle-aged man with greying hair and aged skin. Still an excellent fighter nonetheless. Older Skinwalkers are few and far between nowadays. He brushes his stubbly chin with the back of his hand, as if he's about to break some bad news. "Samuel and Lorcan caught sight of Pantera on the western outskirts of the ravine only a half hour ago. I've sent some men to

But the deeper I dug, the stranger things became. Incident reports that disappeared from official records. Students who exhibited impossible abilities during moments of stress. Surveillance footage that mysteriously corrupted whenever something unexplainable happened. And always, always, references to something called the Council of Supernatural Affairs. At first, I thought it was a conspiracy theory. Some elaborate hoax cooked up by bored students with too much time and creativity. Then Victoria Sterling's harassment campaign had exploded, and I'd seen the files that Professor Ronan Thorne leaked. Files that mentioned supernatural creatures, extraction protocols, and experiments on students

Brandon hurried to grab his napkin and cover his mouth to keep the food in while he laughed, nodding. “You’re right! And people wouldn’t even wonder why Serial!” “And what about Isaac?” “Well, he said it to your friend: he feels he wants to take a different approach. Everything that happened here opened up his eyes to sides of paranormal events we never took into consideration. We were always about gathering tangible evidence. Now he wants to take it one step further, but he isn’t sure in what direction.” “Whatever it is, it shouldn’t be scripted. That would be a nice improvement.”

Alaric then returns his attention back to Dominic and says, “I was starting to question what my information was being used for when I heard that the ones I had sent reports on were raided and destroyed, leaving nothing and no one behind. However, a lot of the people I saw in those clans, covens, packs, or groups of supernaturals didn’t deserve whatever they did and I am starting to believe that your species or any of the supernaturals aren’t that far from ours where a few bad seeds make it dangerous for the whole.” “You have come to a very wise conclusion… You said ‘was’… What fully changed your mind?”

But enough. "Then we do it. Sarah, how fast can you compile our footage?" "Give me twelve hours." "You have six. We release before Hale does." The next hours are frantic. Sarah and her team edit footage—the Nevada rescue, the Montana operation, testimony from freed prisoners. Evidence of Order crimes spanning decades. They create a narrative: Supernaturals are real, yes. But they're not the monsters. The Crimson Order—humans—are the monsters, perpetrating genocide, torture, experimentation.

Damon says, and I look at him, nibbling at my tongue nervously. "Look, understand that we are also supernaturals, but you also should understand that we supernatural students are not the only supernatural creatures that exist in this underworld. There are also other supernaturals that roam about every single night, and they are not minors at all. They are those that carry around the ranks of the elderly ones or alphas, and they also roam around at night, picking up anything they can find as victims. If we are not strong and capable enough to defend ourselves and fight back, we might probably end up in their pet residence or probably in their meals." "Okay, enough of the frightening story," I

she said. “Outside of Havermouth, Aislen,” she continued taking the empty teacup from Aislen’s hand. “The country, the world, is up in arms. The supernatural world is exposed in a way that has never before occurred in our history, and the humans are afraid and seeking to control what they’re afraid of. Politicians are passing Bills requiring the registration of supernaturals, requesting that any suspected supernatural is reported, and that our children not attend schools. There are travel restrictions, employment restrictions, and more. Far more.”

“Well, this ought to make Cindy implode. I wonder how long before you have more followers than she does?” A bright spot, at least, just enough to stop the implosion going on inside me. Christian pulled out his phone. “It’s everywhere. Blogs. Supernatural news sites.” “They think you’re a ‘mystery omega from a forgotten bloodline,’” Talia read, snorting. “Wow. Okay. Drama. Not to mention wrong.”

Seeing this, I leave. While walking through the dark hallways, I make my way back to my command center. Walking up the stairs, I stop and stand at the top where I can see all the monitors as they record everything happening in the city. As I check the monitors, I see the ones I have installed in the OutPost. “Strange,” I think, seeing the Outcasts all standing in a circle. They seem to be discussing something. “What’s going on?” I bring up my wrist and press a button on my remote controller. Activating the audio on my spy cameras, I listen in on the OutCasts.

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”