Supernatural Rapture Novels & Stories

"so am I but that ain't gonna change the rumours besides I've been getting this bad feeling lately" "it's probably your imagination T " They both went home for the day and as soon as Jack feel asleep. "yo what up?". a figure covered in light that makes it hard to see his face " ugh not you again what do you guys want now?" Jack says as he crosses his arms . "oh don't be like that we just want to remind you to get ready -" "cause the world will end soon right?so it's rapture right ? why tell me I'm not the holiest "

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

GINEVRA Sometimes, I wondered how many raptures I had missed. I’d sit in my room and hear about all the massacres, the genocides, volcanic eruptions, suicides, homosides, and every natural and unatural causes of death—and I’d ask myself, was it rapture for the victims? Rapture had after all been painted that way in my head—a few would be taken, and those undeserving would be left behind. Why was I always left behind?

"Please, Sarah. I want the bastards dead more than anyone, but if she does this, it will destroy her. Let me be the one." "My, you are a strong one. Looks like I underestimated you. As noble as the gesture is, I'm afraid it won't work." "It has to be me," Bella murmured, still staring at the stake in her hand. "That's right, dear. Both for the sake of closure and the ritual, it has to be you." "What ritual?" Victor asked warily. "The hybrid awakening. It must occur on the first night of the harvest moon," she said. "The hybrid must consume the hearts of two supernatural creatures to come into his true nature, and who better than the happy couple who orchestrated the gang rape of their own so

My body stiffened coupled with a mix of hate, rage, and fear, storming through my being and causing me to shudder. Rotten Soul shot that smirk at me, waving slightly as his lips carved out words that only I could hear "Guess we meet again. My little bitch."

The Gods were well aware of the centuries-old enmity between humans and supernatural beings. Once, both lived in harmony, even intermarrying. But peace shattered when rumors spread that the supernatural wished to conquer the world, causing fear and conflict. Now, when a supernatural being was captured, they were brought to be punished by the Gods’ Fairies, and vice versa. The ritual, despite Rara’s interference, continued unabated. A powerful wind whipped through the area, causing the low-cultivated spectators to stumble and cling to each other for support. From four directions—cloud, soil, fire, and water—a tumultuous fog converged on the circle. The atmosphere crackled with raw, elemental

Fire surged from her spine, silver and gold twisting into spirals that cracked the air. The ground trembled. The altar behind her shattered. Wolves howled in panic. Saphira shouted a command. Kael stepped forward, then froze. Because above them, The sky cracked. Literally. A gash formed across the stars, slicing through the clouds like a wound. From it, light poured, not moonlight. Not sun. Something unnatural. Something from the future. Seren screamed. Visions struck her mind like lightning. She saw: , herself standing in armor made of flame, surrounded by bodies she couldn't recognize.

Orgasms chained together in one endless, soul-shaking wave that sent ripples of pure rapture across all existence. When the intensity finally softened, the chamber was a vast, glowing tangle of satisfied bodies. Vespera lay nestled between me and Silas, her body flushed and marked with love. Draven cradled Sable against his chest. Lorien and Wren rested entwined. Rook’s strong arms held the center close. Vespera looked up at us with shining, blissed-out eyes. “The rapture never stops… it only deepens.” I kissed her softly, tasting the mingled essence of the gathering. “That is its beauty. Perpetual. Infinite. Ours.”

Draven’s POV I have been trying this ritual every year since I was sixteen. Sixteen was when I became a man in this goddess-forsaken town. A Seer foretold that I would find my mate, as Tiamat has been reborn. I was told to do a summoning ritual during the full moon when it is in the constellation of Sagittarius. I have done that for the last six years. I am tired of waiting for and wanting what is mine and the power that I will gain from our union. After the ritual failed again this spring, I decided to try it in September. I will try it every month if that's what it takes.

“Then why are you here?” “Because someone is trying to rewrite fate,” he said bluntly. “And fate does not like being fucked with.” The words sent a chill down her spine. He continued, “A massacre of that scale does not happen without cosmic consequence. Over a thousand werewolves. Alphas. Elders. Power nodes erased in one night. That wasn’t rage, it was ritual.” Scarlet’s breath stilled. “A ritual… for what?” “To open something,” he replied. “Or to wake this specific being. ”