Supernatural Psychics Novels & Stories

I told him about how I found everyone I was looking for. “The weird thing is that I had many supernaturals come to find me. They asked if what the two of us were doing is true and when I told them yes they just gave me their DNA and blood.” I tell him. “Yeah, I have had a handful just randomly show up the last week and do the same thing. Seems like what we are doing is spreading around the supernatural community.” He explains. “I just hope that the conspirators don't find out,” I comment.

The Omniscient Deity was puzzled. The custodian said, “Demonic Energy only targets the best of the best, the most distinguished among his or her peers. Once someone like her crosses into the Supernatural level, she will gain insight into the Grand Supernatural. Who do you think you are? You two are merely ordinary people. As such, Demonic Energy has little to no effect on you. Demonic Energy is, after all, designed specifically to target geniuses.” Hearing this, the Omniscient Deity felt awkward.

His eyes were bright with excitement. This wasn't the broken man I'd left. This was Blake in his element. Political theater. Playing on people's fears for personal gain. "For years, certain individuals with... unnatural abilities have hidden in our communities. They look like us. They live among us. But they are not us." My blood went cold. He was really doing it. Exposing the supernatural world. "These creatures have superhuman strength. They can change their appearance. They hunt in packs like wild animals. And they have been responsible for numerous disappearances and deaths across the country."

Little did she know that the events that had just transpired would set in motion a chain of events that would change their lives forever. In the shadows, Kael carefully readied himself for the upcoming stage of his safe and carefully thought out scheme. He was the bearer of an exceptional and formidable talent – one that granted him the capacity to create a psychic connection with other individuals. This extraordinary skill enabled him to read their innermost thoughts and subtly influence their feelings, ultimately bending them to his sinister desires. As he concentrated his formidable energy, his eyes began to radiate an eerie, dark glow, signaling the activation of his unique power.

"And what kind are you?" His expression remains neutral. "I'm a Psychic. Not particularly powerful, but with enough ability to shield my thoughts and sense certain emotions." A lie. My newfound sight tells me he has no supernatural signature at all. If he were truly a Psychic, I should see something—a tell, an aura, some kind of energetic presence. "And are there others here? At the college?" I ask, keeping my face carefully blank. "A few," he admits. "We try to place protectors in institutions where young supernaturals might emerge. The transition can be... volatile."

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

"He's supposed to be dead, Marie. But Harver never told us that he was a psychic " "A psychic. That's how he was able to do a lot of things. Like tracking". "If we want to stand a chance against Harver, we'd have to find a way to sever his connection to the Universal Mind". "That's why we have to find Joe Wolford". "Who's he? " "A psychic. The first psychic Demon in over a century. If Harver absorbs Joe's powers, it's all over". "What do we do? " "There's no way he'd let me get to Joe".

Razali added. “Anything else?” “I had men sweeping the spot with the Colonel’s men.” ASP Wong said. “According to reports, nothing was found. Not yet.” Colonel stated. I smiled. This was a sign of a supernatural phenomenon where a human accidentally transgresses into the other arena, the non-human dimension, and becomes trapped there. They are therefore unseen by the humans even though they may be physically next to them. “If you look closer, I think the boys must have seen something... or someone.”

Lyra let out another stream of sobs, "these has nothing to do with a psychologist Katherine, it's dark and evil and I can feel it. These are things of the spirit. Do you believe in the supernatural? Do you believe in magic?" "There is no such things as magic Lyra. What you need is a psychologist, alright? You'd be fine okay? I love you, gotta go. Baby's sick." Lyra sniffed, "alright, Bye. Love you too." Dropping the phone back on the table Lyra turned to cuddle her pillow. She hadn't been accustomed to the ways and things of the supernatural but she also didn't fail to recognize when something out of the ordinary was in play. But she'd been determined to uncover whatever was happening to her

Power crackled through the air, visible to my enhanced senses as silver threads that connected her to the very foundation of our territory's protections. The inscriptions began to glow with a soft, ethereal light that I knew only I and Stephan could see but even at that I knew that every supernatural here could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Only nine supernaturals in the world can recite these spells and without another's company, but this seemingly human girl casually recited them, drawing a reaction from them. How is this even possible?