Supernatural Outtakes Novels & Stories

"I understand that that may not be Austin's mother. So what's happening?" Damian looks at Austin. He nods at him. Austin looks at me. "Yes, Sybil Leek is not my mother nor your biological one. She is your godmother. Our mother was infertile. She couldn't have children. Mom and dad met someone who said they could help them have children. I've come to find out that it was Sybil Leek. She's well-known for practicing dark magic; she's a witch. It's likely she did a spell to take their firstborn daughter. She may have taken you for her own personal gain. I don't know for sure," Austin tells me. "We are also werewolves."

And believe me when I say that this has been proven by the many paranormal experts and magic users in your own world. But of course, I could be making this all up since not all of the stories here are real, remember? Oh, you’ve forgotten about that part, I see. Well, I haven’t. And once again, be reminded that most of the stories here in the Supernatural Spa are true… But not all of them. Here is another story about butterflies and their role in the afterlife. Enjoy! +++++++++++++

“I don’t see how.” “I can think of a few reasons,” she says. “Like what?” I ask. “Well, the blood purists like Abraxas for starters. Then her coven, how would they react if their child was a wolf instead of a witch? That might cause some problems. And if they had multiple kids, how would the kids feel if one was a witch and one was a wolf? I mean, if it were us, I don't know how I would feel. But I know I’d be pissed either way it went,” She says.

Nothing to fear or expect from them, I didn't have any visions of something bad happening nor did I have a bad feeling about it. Everyone here knows that the Supreme supernaturals normally went on a frenzy when finding their significant other on a full moon and the vamps wanted us to be separated for that exact reason. My body is being pulled out of my chair as I link my eyes with him and Castiel talks to me pulling me out of my reverie, "What the hell were you doing sittin' there, Reed? They're asking for you." "Who?" I have a great assumption about who he was talking about but I needed the confirmation to take action.

Mike went back to his sitting position. " Mike, this is strange ." " What is strange?" Mike asked. " I find it difficult to even say . But is there anything that is not possible?" " People say there is nothing impossible but I think there are just too many impossible things in the world. Raising the dead , taking evil off this world. Things like that are impossible. There are just many of them that can't be stopped. " " Point of correction. It is possible that evil can be removed but the probability of such a thing happening is very poor. That's because humans are humans. "

“If the SCF had such a problem with my actions, I’m certain they would have said something before.” The Supernatural Concealment Forces had their own agendas and tended to be more neutral than active. They didn’t cover up the deaths, just the methods of the deaths, passing them off as plagues or rabid animals attacking people. “Maybe we should instead be thinking about how to undo the damage we’ve already caused ourselves rather than how to inflict further damage?” Peter’s eye twitched. “Are you saying you view trying to increase our numbers as damage?”

“Really? Well, don’t blame me if I say that he deserved it. Nevertheless, I wasn’t behind that. I am not a fighter.” In the dim glow of the cabin's lanterns, Jess finally decided it was time to let in her children on who the master was. Miranda and Manuel sat across from her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as if sensing that whatever their mother was about to reveal would change their lives forever. "Children," Jess began, her voice steady yet laced with the weight of years of secrecy, "Supernaturals exist. They are beings beyond our understanding, beyond what ordinary people can see or comprehend. They are powerful, and some can be dangerous."

Damon muttered as he fixed his gaze on my arm, I followed his gaze as I sighted the unbelievable, the wound on my arm fused together, slowly merging and soon it all closed up, there wasn't a single scratch "Oh my God, this is not real!!! It's not real!" I muttered, closing my eyes as I muttered indecently "You are not a student anymore Liam..... " He said, slightly pausing as he stared at me, I held a confused gaze, waiting for him to speak "You are now a Supernatural!!" He finally completed his words and I heaved in frustration, I never wanted this, I don't!! "Isn't there any way you can cure this, I don't want this!" I muttered, he frown his brows as he stood from the bed

“They never left you. Even after his body was taken back by the Earth his spirit stayed to watch over you.” "Earth did what now? Is that what you all call a funeral here where they are put in a casket and buried?” He shook his head. “You all did bury your parents on earth, but we got their bodies back per our treaty with the humans. We have our own way of doing things for each supernatural species.” “What did you do with my mother’s body?" Feeling a bit out of control I slid down the front of the chair and latched onto Freya. She knew what to do instantly. She climbed over my lap and laid down putting her weight on me. She was used to these anxiety attacks.

Tonight was a mistake that I should have never allowed to happen and what I was about to do made me the worst person in the world. I packed all my stuff up really quick and walked over to the table to write Finny a note. "Finny, I'm sorry but something came up and I have to leave town. The room is paid for the rest of the week. I will pay for more if you need it. I didn't want to leave you like this, but this is urgent. Tonight was amazing and I will never forget it. You were perfect and don't ever let anyone tell you any different. -Colt"