Supernatural Races Novels & Stories

I said and she nodded towards the cage. “Do you know that out of all the different supernatural races, it’s only the shifters that hear their magic side talk? Maybe the odd faerie, but they tend to have some sort of shifter blood in them, too.” She talked away like we were in the middle of a normal conversation while I sat and looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Huh?” was the only response I could give, and she laughed. “A supernatural species is made up of two parts, one part human and the other the essence of what people refer to as the gods and goddesses. We each have a human side and an essence side. It depends, though, what essence governs you.”

I heard him panting. “Just hold on. We’re almost there.” The crest vanished and revealed a navigation menu as the headache started to fade. I took a deep breath and reached for one of the potions Yvonne had given me for these headaches. When it started to ease, I opened the videos and started to take notes. They started by explaining all the known supernatural races and how they governed themselves. Then, they got to the SCF and how they did their jobs. I was surprised to know that most of the supernatural world was hidden with barriers created by witches.

world peace among the different supernatural races since our family reigns three of the most dominant ones-- the Werewolves, the Northern Witches, and the Vampires. I, Blair Claudette Kendall Cavanaugh-Sperova… oh, I know it's such a very long name, and I wouldn't give a fudge to write it all on a piece of paper. Then add up Winsley on my legal married name, and damn, this is already intense madness. However, I love it more than anything. But not as much as I love my Pryce.

This vampire had a temper, and it was grating on my nerves. "The Flaming Wolf." Isobel eventually spoke up. "It had been one of the witch-wolf related histories for the longest time." She began. "Couple of centuries back, the supernatural races were in moment of war. I'm sure a lot of you have heard that we were originally not just four races. There was another particular race which had a very unpredictable pattern of living. The Tinotaurs." "Yes, we did hear of them." Ares said.

My mother had taught me about the different ruling lineages. There was a ruling class for almost every species, except humans. They were beings born with the pull to gather others to them, the power to fight for and protect their people, and a genetic predisposition to leadership. Most were generals in the wars that had happened between humans and supernaturals or between groups of supernaturals.

They gathered the smartest of our kind, from all of the supernatural races, and created small isolated, self-sustaining colonies in different corners of the earth, away from all the evil. We happened to live on one of the ocean colonies, a city on stilts if you will. We were built on rock solid platforms that were fixed into the seabed. Between advanced building technology and a little magic from our witchy neighbors, we were in a good place. All of The Hidden had survived and thrived, and so it is well beyond time we helped those that are left. The Hidden are all the supernatural beings that inhabit earth: werewolves, witches, mermaids, fairies, and vampires.

“I think all races were taught different versions of the history. But one thing is the common denominator: it was all raging war. About territories and superior races trying to take over the rest. Just like humans, supernatural creatures could be stupid.” “And then?” “Well,” I said, not knowing how to continue. “It died down when humanity happened. Humans reproduced and discovered ways to kill us. It’s in history, albeit there were only a few surviving documents about it. In case you haven’t noticed yet, reproduction is somehow the least of the worries of supernaturals. Soon enough, we were outnumbered by humans and had to retreat in our safe spaces and hide in the shadows to survive.” Linco

She said in her familiar hispanic accent. "What is an Astral Quest and why am I just now hearing about it???" He asked in an aggravated tone. "It's a bit shrouded in mystery since people tend to have a variety of experiences. What we do know is, once your Reborn the System sends you to some sort of nonphysical realm once you fall asleep, often described as dreamlike or unreal." "What's the purpose?" He asked Prof. Callista.

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

And without another word, she turned and disappeared into the trees. I stood there motionless for a second. It was now dark and Atlas and I needed to get home before any other creatures decided to target us. I nodded at Atlas, signalling my command for him to shift. My large white wolf tore out of me, relived to be let out after being made so angry and frustrated by the encounter with the seer. I raced through the night, closely followed by Atlas's black wolf who I could tell was also happy to be released. I went over the seer’s words in my head. Hybrids were very rare as the races of supernatural beings hated each other. If hybrids did occur, they were outcasts and viewed as the lowest of t