Supernatural Psychics Novels & Stories

“Your mission is to find out the truth. I can’t tell what kind of truth and whose truth is. My premonition is too vague and confusing. I can’t tell you much about it but it has something to do with justice. That’s something you need to know” “Everything is crazy!! I’m going crazy!” “All my clients say that” What if all of this is just my hallucinations? Am I really going crazy? Is there really a person who can see someone’s past by just touching them and seeing the future through the cards? Is that witchcraft or something if yes, I would rather believe that than think that there is really a supernatural person who has powers that exist on the planet who can see my past clearly and predict my

"Same as you. Didn't know if everyone saw things differently or not." "No, thankfully." "Would it be bad if someone did see something that wasn't there or unusual?" I open the door to the building, wanting to get this class and this day over with. She pauses, frowning. "Yeah, I suppose it's possible but it's not a good sign." A sick sensation punches me in the stomach. "What do you mean?" "That the person could be susceptible to spirits. Like a hijinks- spiritual possession." Is that what nearly happened to me? Or the dream last night? We enter the building, making our way down the hallway to a room stuffed with desks and students pulling out their textbooks.

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.

I motion to the couple. Sy steps forward and clears her throat. “One of my abilities is being able to untether a person’s consciousness and send it to the Beyond. I only use it in extreme cases. I did it to Bronx when it was time to unblock Saint. It was the only way to get Saint alone so I could work with him. The Beyond is nothing to trifle with. As soon as Saint was under control, I brought Bronx back and worked with both of them.” “So you have command over it?” I raise my eyebrows. Psyche is more powerful than I originally thought.

Trust me when I say that you don't want to ever meet a member of the Hunt. To police the Fey, we created the Extinguishers. Formed from members of the five great psychic families who originally defended humanity in Ireland, the Extinguishers inspire a fair amount of fear as well. Armed with clairvoyance as well as other talents which vary by person but can include telekinesis, pyrokinesis, telepathy, and psychometry, we also have some serious combat skills. Most humans don't have the ability to see a fairy unless that fairy wants to be seen so every council member and extinguisher must at least possess clairvoyance. The Human Council keeps an eye out for humans with exceptional psychic abili

Y: Yielding To Superior Predators Submission to those higher on the food chain. Power dynamics based on supernatural hierarchy. Z: Zero Human Stamina Accommodation, Zealous Territorial Behavior Partners who don't adjust their inhuman endurance for human limits. Obsessive protective and possessive actions over mates and territory. IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER All creatures in this collection are sentient, sapient beings capable of communication and informed consent. This is fantasy paranormal erotica featuring intelligent supernatural entities with human-level or greater intelligence. They can speak, reason, negotiate, and give enthusiastic consent. This is not bestiality. These are people, they're j

It was a desperate gamble, a last-ditch effort born of sheer desperation. Tendrils of shimmering energy erupted from Wilson's outstretched hand, wrapping around Alex. The Supreme God Destroyers watched in stunned silence as Alex's body convulsed, a blinding light erupting from within. A scream, both human and otherworldly, ripped through the air before a shimmering figure materialized beside Alex. It was the spirit of the Supreme God, a majestic eight-tailed wolf radiating immense power. The Supreme God Destroyers snarled, their eyes burning with thwarted ambition. Alex, freed from the bindings and the draining ritual, collapsed onto the ground, utterly drained.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

Indeed, the vision Ralph saw was frightful. Pegasus turns to Ralph, he knew he could not escape his fate from here. "You are...a PSYCHIC!?" Pegasus screams out of the blue. Everyone else in the room gasped, especially Olga and Ema who were sitting around him, throwing themselves away from him. A psychic was born once in a blue moon, once every 129 years. They didn't know that the human was a psychic. They could rarely be spotted because for one thing...they could always look into the future and possibly avoid it.

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h