Supernatural Plots Novels & Stories

“We're all pawns, Shannon. But we choose what king we serve.” “But there's so little I can do, Samael.” I looked at the Redmont woods, their beautiful autumn colors fading in the twilight. I remembered my journals at home: filled with sketches of the wild and notes on the forest's ecosystem. How I'd met him, following the flight of a crow. Now they were furious collections of the world I'd been thrown into: guides to what went bump in the night. I'd gone from naturalist to supernaturalist in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

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.”

“They are more than just a threat.” Images flashed. Nattles. Hidden politics. A war brewing beneath the surface of the supernatural world. “You will be the balance,” she continued. “The one who can stop what's coming.” The magical energy pulsed harder. Faster. My consciousness was being pulled. The pull back to consciousness was like swimming through molasses. Thick. Slow. Supernatural. First thing I noticed? Sound. Beeping. Machines. Supernatural equipment doing its weird scientific magic. Then voices. Muffled. Distant.

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

What are you planning? "Bring me two million, and I'll help you nail her." I stared at Summer. "Otherwise, I'll keep taking her money. "When you're making deals with the devil, you stand with whoever pays more.” "Goddamn it, Mark! One day, money's going to get you killed!"

mom told me it was a given to us but she never really went into details because I was a child, I should have asked her further “ I pulled her into me again. “ but this? I got it once when Tristan tried to bond with me during the blood moon night , lightning struck and when I woke up I had this” “ Do you know who these supernaturals are? “ I asked, stroking her head gently. “ Leaders, made to rule the wolf's age, but their main leaders were killed so then they ended up stranded because there's a connection that binds us together and without the leaders it can't happen “ She didn't need to talk, I knew who they were. “ Yet I killed them, I don't know how but I killed my parents and I only ha

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

As strange occurrences plagued Everwood—disappearing pets, flickering streetlights, and odd markings etched on the town's trees—the friends realized they were at the center of a supernatural storm. They soon found an ally in the enigmatic Dr. Harper, a scientist with a haunted past, who had been studying the interdimensional rifts that plagued Everwood for decades. Together, they embarked on a perilous journey, navigating both the quaint charm of their town and the treacherous depths of the Upside Realms. As the boundaries between the two worlds blurred, the friends encountered creatures that defied logic and a malevolent force known as the Shadow Weaver, a spectral entity manipulating the f

“Is it a recipe for making people less annoying? Because if so, I have requests.” Sonia smacks his shoulder. “Parker, shut up.” I take a breath and run my fingers along the edge of the book. “It’s a book on ancient witchcraft. Forbidden rituals. Curses. And—more importantly—antidotes.” Theo leans forward. “Antidotes for what?” I glance at him, at the concern in his eyes, the weight of it pressing down on me like chains. “For soul transference. Mirror curses. Spells that make you think someone is someone else. Or worse… make the whole world believe a lie.”