Supernatural Psychics Novels & Stories

“Well, apparently, I can’t say anything about that.” There was tensed silence for a moment, one ragged breathing to the other echoing in between the whispers of the wind until Perry cleared her throat and broke it at once. “I’m a psychic, Hera,” started Perry, cracking her fingers. “I have a psychometric ability. Anything I touch I can read. It’s designed and a lot easier in object since they don’t have complex thoughts. They only had the memory of the ones who touched them. A human, on the other hand, is a different story. As you will soon found out, using this takes both the user’s and the host’s energy. Depending on the depth of my reading, we may, in a worst-case scenario, well consider

On the day of her journey, as she approached the border between Galinia and Santan states, she felt a powerful and familiar psychic force that made her stop in her tracks. During her witchcraft studies, she discovered an unexpected superpower – psychic control. She could sense the psychic fluctuations of every person, and some powerful individuals even had tangible forms of psychic energy. For example, her teacher's psychic energy appeared as a giant oak tree. The psychic force that caught her attention this time was special. It was potent but seemed divided. The girl could sense that this psychic energy had two distinct components, mutually exclusive yet coexisting within the same person. T

Moonlight Mystics & Charms. Interesting. It wasn’t gaudy like the rest lining the road. The front window displayed crystals and protective symbols, and a sign advertised the services of a psychic. Skeptical but curious, I jogged across the pavement. Humans loved to scam each other with fake magic they didn’t understand. Charlatans posed as psychics for a quick buck, pretending to speak with the dead while never noticing the real magic around them. But as I got closer, I felt the magic emanating from the store. Static buzzed through the air, a continuous hum that only other supernaturals could perceive. I’d been around Tobias enough to recognize the real deal.

I opened the folder. Inside were incident reports from other universities. Students with "extraordinary abilities" who'd lost control. Photographs of destruction, entire buildings collapsed, burn patterns that didn't match any known accelerant, people frozen solid in the middle of summer. And at the center of it all, casualty reports. Hundreds of deaths attributed to "supernatural awakenings." "Oh my God," Miguel breathed, reading over my shoulder. The final document was a psychological evaluation of Maya Cross, dated three weeks ago. The conclusion made my blood run cold:

Antonio did that blinking thing again and he looked away. "Don't tell him yet. He's too little to understand any of it." "You think he'll tell people and then scientists will kidnap him and put him in a lab and experiment on..." "Stop!" He took my shoulders and shook me. "I already told you it's not a super power. There are thousands of psychics all around the world, with even more advanced abilities. We're not that special." He exhaled and moved away from me.

Once the telekinesis power had been mentioned, all of the people within the meeting room's faces grew solemn, even Prince Huizong. This organization is dealing with supernatural powers on a daily basis. In fact, This world had the power that was hiding from the eyes of normal people and that was the supernatural power. Whether it was Psychic, Telekinesis, or even the cult that uses dark magic and supernatural power such as ghosts or even the existence of the mages. Every superpower country in this world has one or two organizations that are dealing with these people who use superpowers. These people who have extraordinary abilities can not use normal means to manage or eliminate them.

They walked out if the car to the second house away from where the car was parked ked. One..two. one..two.. three Thanatos worked a pattern knock he remembered with the skull brass knocker above the sign. Psychic Reading 9 - 5 In funny looking letters. "A psychic, seriously?" "She is more of a witch than psychic. She is one of the Immortal descendants of Merlin. Her magic is very powerful.."

Not just one helicopter now, three of them, moving straight toward us. Viktor: The psychic hunters have been waiting to meet you, Finn. They're very excited to play with someone so... untrained. Chris was getting to his feet, blood trickling from his nose. "What the hell just happened?" "I called Viktor," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "My scream, it was like a signal. He can track psychic energy." The helicopters were getting closer. Through their lights, I could see people inside them, people whose minds felt different from normal humans. Cold. Empty. Wrong.

M. Normally, I would have scoffed at such a tinfoil conspiracy story, however, Nick had displayed multiple examples of having ‘enhanced’ brain powers. I hesitate to call him ‘psychic’, but really that is the best word for it. So, if T.H.E.M. had been experimenting on his brain, that could explain how such talents may have been awakened.

Sage stands in the doorway, her age-darkened figure silhouetted against the dim light emanating from the huge cavern. "You look for the signs," she says to us. "Supernatural events that defy natural magic. Electronics failing near particular individuals. Animals behaving oddly near an individual. Visions and dreams more powerful than life itself." She turns back to us, and for a moment I might have believed that her blind eyes actually see me. "You look for someone who doesn't know they are," she continues. "Because an Empath who did know their true nature would never have allowed themselves to be found. They would know that being found is death."