Supernatural Plots Novels & Stories

Lines from the prophecy began to run through my head again. "And sifting through the lies is easier," she continued. "If you have the truth to begin with. That's where I can help you the best. As I've said, it's one of Haven's main purposes." This is what she'd wanted to tell me all along, and I wasn't the only one who leaned forward, eager to hear what she had to say. "Let's start at the beginning," said Dr. Frankler, "Let's talk about how supernaturals came to be."

I spun around to see Bernard walking into the room. "You underestimate them, Bernard. This pack is the strongest I've ever encountered. I tried to defeat them when I went against my beliefs and joined forces with dark witches and rogues, but they still conquered us. This plan I've developed is our last resort. If this doesn't work then the supernaturals will take over the world. They'll make us their slaves and I serve no other entity than Jesus Christ our saviour." "I understand your excellency but leave it to me, we won't fail this time, I feel it in my bones." He bowed, then be turned to leave.

“We need more intel.” “Do you think...” I trail off, organising my thoughts. “Do you think this could be done by another supernatural other than wolves? Like some of them that used to exist. There were creatures that could fly when magic was strong.” It wasn’t only werewolves in the world many millennia ago. It would make sense if maybe another specie has been awoken and these deaths are a twisted way of getting more powerful. “All the other supernaturals are gone. They will not be coming back.” He says with finality.

I knew he didn’t buy it, but he let me slide. “Did they talk to you when they were trying to take stuff?” Hunter continued. “You know you ask more questions than the police did when they showed up?” I replied hotly. What was I supposed to tell him? They had superpowers. They held my best friend up in mid-air between two cops and made target practice out of them? While the other two held me to the ground because their powers didn’t work on me…? Wait, their powers didn’t work on me and neither did Hunter’s. He couldn’t be invisible around me. What if he knew who the attackers were? But then what would I do about it? It’s not like I could take them on by not being able to be controlled by super

“I can no longer protect our people. You are their only hope. My heart pounded. We had always relied on him, the strongest of us all. Now, he was leaving everything to us. His gaze hardened. “Tell me, are you aware of the other supernaturals in the world?” “We have heard of them, father,” I admitted, exchanging a glance with my brothers. “Stories passed down of creatures beyond our borders… but we have never seen them with our own eyes.” “Let me tell you a story,” Father said, his voice rasping as he coughed.

The transformation rippling through the greenhouse sent shockwaves across dimensions that mortal senses could barely comprehend. As Iris and Damien's consciousness merged into something unprecedented, the very fabric of supernatural law began to rewrite itself around them. But Evangeline's ancient fury was far from spent, and the crystalline prison holding her began to crack under the pressure of powers that were older than civilization itself.

I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked.

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

They’ve also developed weapons that could decimate half the supernatural population within minutes. Shocked, I read the files, my eyes widening with every piece of information that I read. It’s a thorough blueprint of how they plan on taking over the supernatural world. “What are you going to do?” I ask. Mathias’s jaw clenches with rage. “Traeger asked us to help him take the Institute down.” My eyes narrow. “What’s the catch?”

“All Supernatural creatures have a soulmate. The second half of their soul belongs to them. Soulmates are given to us by fate and destiny. Even demons have a soulmate. Depending on what kind of supernatural you are— there are various ways you can tell who your mate is or how you will meet. For example, Nevaeh is a Nephilim and dreamt of Mikhail before she met him. Mikhail is a hybrid, which means he’s half-angel and half-demon. Angels dream of their mates, and demons tend to lose control of their demon selves slowly. Their bodies become more uncontrollable and violent. We’re definitely more volatile. Vampires are basically the same. They crave more blood, and wolves can smell their mates. Th