Supernatural Pictures Funny Novels & Stories

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! +++++++++++++

He spits blood and kneels down. "No! Your majesty!" Aristo runs towards him and hugs Alfonso when he fainted. He tried to cure its wound but he can't. "Socrates can have the princess now..." The girl laughs loudly and she opens more portal and a lot of Level D's a came out. "Let's get out of here now!" Aitan said then when they were about to go, something came down from the sky. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still eating with Ginger when stops because she smells something. Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell.

I asked quickly, my gaze darting through the shadows, trying to catch any movement. ‎River froze for half a second. ‎ ‎Then he burst out laughing out Loud and Unrestrained. ‎ ‎I blinked at him, confused. “What’s funny?” ‎ ‎“You,” he said between laughs. “You’re funny, Seraphina. ‘Blood-sucking demon’?” ‎ ‎I rolled my eyes, a small smile slipping through. “What was I supposed to call them?” ‎ ‎He smirked. “Well… they are blood suckers.” ‎

Early the next morning, the news of William Simpson suddenly became a trending topic on the internet. The illicit pictures of him with women in various unexplainable positions surfaced on the internet out of nowhere. The pictures are so volatile and not meant for sensitive eyes. William has a habit of indulging himself with different women in BDSM acts where he ties up the woman and hurts them for his pleasure. All those pictures started doing the rounds all over the internet. Many people started to comment on how degrading the Simpsons are.

Or maybe it was the terrifying pictures that hung down the walls that were the cause of the quiver running down my spine. On both sides of the foyer hung several pictures of demons, vampires and monsters. I bit my nails while I studied the pictures even though they unsettled me. I guessed at least half of the pictures were from the 1500s The first portrait that caught my attention featured a very tall, grey skeleton-like man who was holding several sharp objects in his hands. The skeleton man had worms and maggots in his belly and body, and his dead skin was hanging off his bones like worn-out rags.

So this isn't his first rodeo. "I think I'm an alright person. It depends on who you ask, though." I give him a little wink, and he laughs, "How many of these have you been to?" "This is my sixteenth time attending." Wow. I don't know why I expected a lower number. "So, you've met quite a few humans then, huh? I've never met a supernatural." He cringes. "We do not like being called *supernaturals*. We prefer being called *mystical*. Supernatural suggests we are abnormal, and it desensitizes us. We are just as natural as mortal beings." I feel embarrassed.

She declared with a smile positively. “The thing is supernaturals are real”. He paused a bit to see her reaction, probably to see her go crazy or hysterical or probably laugh to his face and call him crazy but surprisingly, none of that came. “The powerful races supernatural world consists of Werewolves, vampires, witches and demons. But the weaker races consists of Sirens, banshees, faes, fairys, mermaids and even elves.” She nods.

The world is a really funny place. Not everybody knows what is. There were humans and there were others who were not so human. It’s kind of confusing, but there are things beyond human reasoning. There is a whole world out there that no one knows exist. It all hangs in a balance like good and evil, light and dark and then there’s human and supernatural. This is the story.

"You sure you're only human? I've known leprechaun jesters that aren't as funny as you." "Don't think I want to even ask." I shake my head. "All right, let's get this over with." I grasp the marble hand, holding my breath. Those same grey eyes appear, but instead of blinking out super-fast like before, they linger. And look sad. As if they don't want me to leave. But then all the stories of possession and werewolf mummies being resurrected crashes into me and I flinch away. "Brene?" Melanie is shaking me by the arm.

It spotted a large black mark, as if something so strong had hit that side of the wall. Maybe that was the impact of the attack. But what exactly was it? Beside the same mark was a drawer, I opened it and it was a book full of drawings. From what I knew, she said wasn't schooled like most of us were , so how exactly could she read and write and draw? The book had disturbing images of wolves ,way bigger than normal ,their color, rare and emanating a certain aura of energy. I decided to keep it. I need answers , and I will surely get it.