Supernatural Rapture Novels & Stories

I reached the center of the platform and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. The ground began to tremble. It started as a low hum, then turned into a violent shaking that rattled my bones. Without warning, the sky tore open. A blinding column of pure, white energy descended from the heavens, striking the platform with the force of a thunderbolt. I felt my feet leave the ground, pulled upward into the white fire, my body screaming as the energy tore through every nerve, and in that split second, then everything went dark.

Ronan’s violet eyes snapped to Seraphina, his heart skipping a beat as he saw her being consumed by Ryker’s darkness. “SEREAPHINA!!” Roaring, he charged towards her as her golden and white aura flared brightly as she locked eyes with him, completing her words: “Offer myself up to the heavens.” As the words escaped her lips, Ronan’s eyes widened. Offer? Ryker’s darkness, having swallowed Seraphina, exploded instantly. It was drawn upward toward the sky by her divine energy, swirling violently as if the very realm itself was caught in the clash. “NOOOO!!!!” Ryker’s scream shattered the silence, a guttural wail that echoed through the fabric of reality. He tried to fight her power but the more

I said quietly, my voice carrying supernatural resonance, "is what you fight against. This is what you fear. Not monsters or weapons, but family. Love. Unity freely chosen." The captive gifted ones moved as one, their powers turning against their captors. Sarah's gift flared as the probability thread she'd seen snapped into place - supernatural beings choosing to stand together against those who would cage them. Through our pack bonds, they felt the tide turn. The hunters, faced with both miracle and rebellion, began to break. Their weapons meant nothing against divine blessing and supernatural unity. I felt embarrassed everyone saw my vagina but witnessing the pup being born should show the

The sky rumbled as lightening flashed through the sky, dripping it tears as an hollow light dim towards a cave whose aura was suppressing "Buckle up creatures, we attack the Supernatural realm tomorrow, the realm will be ours and no one can stand in our way!" Vokan voiced out with great aura as he sat majestically on his throne, the aura that came firm his was suppressing "All hail Lord Vokan!!" The whole crowd cheered in response "Ahhhhhhhhh"

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

I can’t organize the thoughts swirling around my mind, much less narrow them down into a single statement or a question. Madam Mara seems to have interpreted my silence as denial or disbelief, because her hands tighten around my arms. “He is not human. He is like one of them.” “One of them?” I ask at last my voice a mere croak. “One of us?” Her mouth clamps shut. “What do you mean?” “I’m one of them too,” I tell her in a soft voice, easing her hands off my arms. “I’m a Supernatural.” “I-I know that,” she stammers, her chin quivering. She grips me again, and this time she’s pulling me closer towards her like she’s using my body for support. “But Elora . . . he is different. He is evil.”

“Why? Why does he want to lead the council so bad?” Marael laughs manically. “Don’t you know, Mathias? If Lukan takes over the Council, he will be able to control all supernatural beings. You know how much he despises humans and how much he hated interspecies mating. He always believed that angelic lines should remain pure. Think about it. He can build an army from within and take over all the supernatural kingdoms. All he had to do was crush your spirit. And the loss of the woman you love was the perfect way to do it. Once you were hooked, he killed me and helped me sacrifice one of my sisters so that I may live. Unfortunately, I lost my witch powers. Unlike the rest of the Supernatural wor

I instinctively replied, "Yes, I'm done." A man in a white robe appeared behind me like a ghost and said, "Congratulations, Ms. Martinez. Because of your kind nature, your soul is pure. From now on, you can join the direct department of the underworld." Then, I realized that I was also a ghost. I excitedly circled around him and asked, "Are you White Enforcer? What about Black Enforcer? Where is he?" "Who's Black Enforcer? I don't know anyone by that name."

My mind recoiled in horror as I grappled with the implications of this newfound reality. I rushed to the bathroom, my heart racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. I had heard Raphael mention the Risen before, and snippets of conversations during my captivity had given me a glimpse into their existence. My compilation, a catalog of supernatural creatures, also had an entry on the Risen, but I had never thought I'd become one.

"Your novitiates are elevated to Warders of the Celestial Dharma shepherds whose raptors' gaze must remain eternally vigilant against even the most imperceptible ontological fringes fraying with unholy oblivion..." A deafening boom tore across the darkness as I shook back on my haunches to start the ritualistic intonations. The shock waves shook the very center of our ceremonial den, bone-shaking detonations showering trash from above. Every sinewy muscle tightened for fight as I got to my feet. Anna and Daniel burst in at the same instant, their eyes wild with fright and royal traits hardened into battle-masks of savage ferocity. "Hendrix, get the pups now to the refuge chambers!" Daniel ye