Supernatural Psychics Novels & Stories

So suddenly. Because... Because somehow, against every law of physics, probability, and sanity- I flipped a die just by wanting it to change. I stood there, trembling, trapped in my own skin. But then, when it came to me, reasoning had long stopped applying. A three-eyed wolf... and now this? Somehow, I have psychic power? How was that even possible? What am I?

she said, shaking her head. “Actually it does,” Arya said. “While I was in the Oracle, there was a scientist who worked for them; Mathias Scoffield. He researched mostly the mind of wolves and he theorized that there was something called the psychic pool,” she paused and let the word sink in. “It is a collection of the residual mental energy that we leave when we actively think of something. He claims if that pool his big enough, it can affect reality in itself.” “And does he have an example of this?” Beatrice asked.

He instantly cut me off, seeming like he could actually read my thoughts as he calmly explained, “Supernaturals are way more stronger than these puny little humans, hence your charms will not affect them in the same way it does for the humans. Plus, they wouldn’t dare touch what is already claimed.”

She worked alongside human historians, blending her supernatural insights with their scholarly expertise, to piece together the mysteries of the past. During one of her expeditions to a remote island, Seraphina stumbled upon an ancient prophecy engraved on a weathered stone tablet. The prophecy spoke of a hidden realm, accessible only to those with a bloodline as intertwined as hers. It foretold of a powerful artifact that, when combined with the unity of supernaturals and humans, would unleash unimaginable magic upon the world.

Ruth figured that everyone has a dream like that sometime. Tuesday, in Psychology class, they discussed ESP: precognition, telepathy, telekinesis, out-of-body experiences, paranormal things like that. Ruth said, "That's bunk. Prof. Lamachi, I challenge you to show some objective evidence of genuine ESP. If you can't, Dr. Lamachi, stop pretending that psychology is a science."

"That is 'supa-freaky!' It's a sign for sure. Seriously, something out there is trying to talk to you. New you, new grade. You feel overwhelmed. And maybe you, like, physically manifested your fears into a large dog running across the road. Whoa! You have some kind of psychic power, girl! That's awesome!" Maybe, but it was more like I had some 'psycho' power. No small stretch for me to believe that one. Who needs a shrink when you have a best friend...

The bargain they were talking about must be connected to Shane. The bargain Shane has made earlier has something to do with a child too. "Take Thy Offerings, Fulfill The End Of The Bargain, Goal Shall Be Attained." She's not so smart so she can't really understand it. She just like overthinking or so but... nevermind. "I found something about special people," Damien said before closing the book. He say before Shane while Mara sat across them. "Special people or humans are those who are born blessed with the ability to see or talk to supernatural beings such as grim reapers, demons, angels, and ghosts," Damien explained.

But their faces were the same: smooth, cruel, ageless. The White Twin lifted a hand. The world slowed. The Black Twin extended her fingers—and wolves began to convulse, their minds invaded by false memories. In one second, she made warriors forget who they were. Made them relive deaths that hadn’t happened. Forced them to attack their own. Psychic assault. Soul manipulation. And it was working. Mia’s POV I didn’t hesitate. I jumped from the balcony, wings of flame erupting behind me. Snowy roared in my chest. We end this together.

There was a spell over the dark creatures that were approaching and we had only sensed them for a moment because of a shift in the energy around us. Also because they might not be normal like werewolves or other supernatural creatures.... "Its okay, baby...just breathe..." Rhys whispered through our private mind link, his voice soothing my frazzled nerves as I focused on pin pointing exactly what I had sensed, fighting through the multiple barriers that were over them. Push harder, Alexandra...

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.