Supernatural Rpf Novels & Stories

Supernatural beings could not be judged by common standards. "They're slightly weaker than I am, but they win by quantity," Rolfene replied casually. The situation did not bother her. "Why didn't you make an appearance earlier?" Chase asked again. Rolfene smiled before saying, "What's the point in showing up? Create trouble for them? Chat about local news? "Ask them about who else is making an appearance just to scare you? Or how they turned the rain into blood? The only thing I can do is criticize them for not doing a better job at scaring others. I might even end up teaching them a few tricks of my own…"

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

My wings struggle to be free, so I release them from my back feeling relief rush through my body. It’s the same dream every time. I’m touching another woman. I cannot see her face, but she’s not Marael. Then the dream changes to me finding Marael dead in a tub. If only I hadn’t left that day. Maybe she would be alive today. The council investigators say that she must have been bathing or preparing to bathe when her attacker struck a sacred knife through her chest and dropped her in the tub. The Council investigators believe that she was killed in reprisal for all of the work I do for the council. I have been the council’s enforcer for seventy years. Marael was working for the director of sup

This is not you; you don’t get flustered. I opened the door and sat beside a vacant space beside Eve. “Where’s Royce?” she asked. I was about to answer when the door flew open and in walked Royce with a gray under armor tank top. “Here.” He proceeded to sit next to me. Master Zorylle cleared his throat. “There has been news of supernatural activity in an abandoned church for the past few years. Though no one has had the courage to go inside the church, witnesses have reported supernatural sightings.”

The same spell that had affected Aliya on the day she was murdered. "Don't be so surprised now." Guilford gave a small smile, seeming almost innocent. "Let's just say some things are beyond your control, Ryan. Surprised I could bring in these wonderful supernaturals, whom you and your king thought to banish from the werewolf territory?" Guilford asked, referring to the rogue army behind him. Ryan was fuming, but he knew this was the time to be smarter, not faster. He was going to kill this man, and was going to do so slowly. He would relish in his pains and cries for daring to think he could hurt Rosa and get away with it.

Rylan was the one I wanted to beat this time around. With gusto, I swung my body and unleashed my entire arsenal, only to puncture the creature once more. The thing fell to the ground with a brutal crunch, its aura disappearing into thin air like smoke. Despite the conclusion of the war, it was not yet over. Although Seraphina has been released, the battle is still ongoing due to Rylan's presence. What are the additional supernatural forces in existence? Can the pack withstand the increasing devastation? Is there any hope for survival? The quest to survive remains unresolved

Razali added. “Anything else?” “I had men sweeping the spot with the Colonel’s men.” ASP Wong said. “According to reports, nothing was found. Not yet.” Colonel stated. I smiled. This was a sign of a supernatural phenomenon where a human accidentally transgresses into the other arena, the non-human dimension, and becomes trapped there. They are therefore unseen by the humans even though they may be physically next to them. “If you look closer, I think the boys must have seen something... or someone.”

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

Beelzebub shakes his head and widens his wings opening a portal large enough to swallow the earth and out of it several black spikes begin to fire out of it at immense speeds with Raphael hitting them away with his blade and he jetted towards Beelzebub to engage in close combat. The force, speed and intensity of Beelzebub’s rain of spikes was getting stronger the closer Raphael get but this did not deter Raphael as he then stopped in his tracks and generated an energy wave from his being that repelled all the spikes From Beelzebub and blinded him momentarily, Before Beelzebub has a chance to regain himself Raphael gives him a huge blow on his shoulder with his blade, only narrowly missing th

Fallon I’m in disbelief over what just occurred. It seemed that Bree wanted to say something, but something held her back. I try not to dwell on what she wanted to say, yet a small part of me wishes that she would have chosen to stay in my home. It would be torturous to have her close, but at least I’d get to see her. Even going in that direction with my train of thought is quite maddening, I know. Within moments, I reach Mathias’ home. Mathias is one of the oldest Seraphim to live on earth. He’s also the head of the Supernatural Council. My hope is that the Council might have hunted or seen similar creatures in the city.