Supernatural Rapture Novels & Stories

I asked carefully. Her gaze was steady. "It taught you fear." The word landed with brutal precision. Fear, not temptation, not weakness, fear. And suddenly I was no longer in Rome. I was in a rain-soaked street behind Saint-Sulpice, breath clouding in winter air, watching ambulance lights paint the church walls blue and red, hearing my own voice repeating the same useless prayer over and over. Too late. Too late. Too late. My fingers tightened around the edge of the pew until the wood bit into my palm.

A terrifying aura surged out as Wilbur activated his domain. He raised the halberd high above his head, shouting, "Dawn of Twelve Chapters: Dirge of Despair: Dark Conflagration of the Abyss!" Terrifying spiritual flames shot into the air as a sense of overwhelming hopelessness and loneliness overtook everyone. A thick, black cloud rose above the ocean, forming a gigantic whirlpool that began to spin. Wilbur, Atrus, and the sixty Sanctuary cultivators began losing their spiritual energy.

I groaned and sent a silent, sarcastic thank you, to the aunt and uncle that’d raised me. Her head tilted to the side, ‘No, it’s been several months since you’ve had the herb in your system, this is something more… You’re something more…’ her voice trailed off. “Awesome,” I tried not to take my frustration out on her, but this was starting to get ridiculously redundant. “So I’m different and that’s the best you can tell? That’s not really something that I didn’t already know.” She sat back on her hind legs and watched me for a moment, ‘You’re the swirling chaos of two different celestial energies and your mortal soul, and it’s hard to see them all separately.’

Prince Auten immediately raised his right palm and cupped the top of Rachelle's head. Rachelle felt a sinister energy rush over her as the heavenly spirit poured over her. Her mind became disorganized, and her body could not stop shivering. "What… What are you doing to me… Let me go… Let…" Rachelle could not help but cry out in terror. As a result of being crushed by that massive force, she blacked out and passed out. However, Prince Auten did not let go of his hand. Instead, he continued to activate his divine power and chanted a spell.

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

All they could do was worry and hope she wouldn’t hurt herself. James and John were at both sides of her, gauging her movements. They were walking sideways, their bodies slightly bent at the waist, and their knees curved, almost facing opposite ends. Their faces held care and concern, while their arms stretched out, ready to catch Rebecca who they feared would give in to her shaky legs and fall. “Brianna!” Rebecca yelled, limping up the three wooden stairs in front of their shack. No one answered. They were supposed to rush out now. They were supposed to start screaming her name and jumping excitedly, but none of that happened.

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

She was lying, every part of her body shook and Kael noticed too. His jaw tightened painfully and then Serena lifted both hands toward the sky. The ritual symbols beneath the battlefield glowed brighter, the ground cracked and wolves screamed as dark energy spread through the dirt. “It is too late now,” Serena shouted. “The ritual has already begun!” The sky darkened more and the air itself felt wrong. One of Serena’s followers suddenly grabbed a wolf beside him and slit his throat without warning, blood poured onto the glowing symbols, the ground absorbed it instantly and Lyra stared in horror.

A deep feeling of hopelessness filled my heart, putting out the last bit of hope I had left. I let him drag me across the cold ground without fighting. As Luke quietly hummed to himself and pulled me back toward the house, one painful thought filled my mind. Maybe there is no God who listens to people like me. “Let go of my mate. Now.” The deep voice echoed through the forest. It was calm, powerful, and filled with a dangerous authority that made the leaves around us tremble. I slowly opened my heavy eyes and looked up from the ground. A tall man stood at the edge of the clearing. For a brief moment, his bright blue eyes glowed in the darkness like two stars. Then they returned to normal.

“Leave it to you to fuck this up. But I’m not too worried. You’re somewhat charming enough to win her back.” It’s five in the evening by the time we spot Sahara. She’s unaccompanied, though. We watch through the computer monitor as Sahara steps out of her Range Rover and makes her way to the front door of the building. “She’s alone.” Fallon comments. We all stand there vigilantly in hopes that Marael will show. We are ready to quit after an hour passes without any sign of Marael when it happens. A surge of power explodes through the apartment window. Our bodies become rigid with shock. Even without our supernatural sight, the surge is quite prominent. Any human would think that there was som