Supernatural Rpf Novels & Stories

Rafael was honest, but she had no way of knowing that. “He does, doesn’t he?” Sam smiled at Storm and I was sure that she had taken whatever Rafael had taken. They were both drunk or high. “Is imprinting a real thing?” Storm asked as she looked at Sam and Rafael. “Oh yeah,” Slade said with a grin and placed his arm around Harper’s shoulder.

all crowd started clapping. °°°°Introduction°°° Raphael Ralph Age :27 Occupation :Most successful actor & The CEO of Ralph Production Company Nature : Lovely, calm, funny for his fans but devil for his Enemy. Another identity°°° Lord Raphael Ralph Age :3050 Rank :The President of Vampire Council Vampire status :Pure blooded Vampire..he can control fire, water, hypnotism , invesibility with two black wing.he has the power of tolerating Sunlight without any magical ring or drinking portion.

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

Roger tried to stand from the grass, but he stumbled. “What? No!” I mumbled. “Roger, you were abandoned because your parents deemed you an anomaly… they left you to fend for yourself and gave you up, because you manifested those recessive genes,” I said truthfully, hoping he would believe me. “Ok, let`s suspend reality for a second, and assume your words are true…” he sighed. “I am not a wolf, nor a vampire… I have never had speed, or special powers…” he sighed. “Roger, like I said, you are a rare type of supernatural, your kind is far and between…not many of you walk this universe…” I explained.

"Of course. You had quite the plan laid out, but unfortunately, this woman, whom you had almost sent to the slaughterhouse, understood every single word you said." I laughed again as I looked at the pack of werewolves that I'd subdued. Then I picked up my phone again and called the police, telling them everything that had happened. However, these weren't just regular police officers. They were the Supernatural Force Unit, which specialized in resolving conflicts between humans and werewolves. Felix heard me making the call and began to panic for real. Because that meant that his entire facade would be utterly shattered, and all of the things he used to own in human society—his fame, reputati

"Look at the positioning—they've cut off every escape route, every path through the forest. This isn't reconnaissance, it's a siege." A voice boomed through loudspeakers positioned around the perimeter, electronically amplified and carrying absolute authority. "This is Agent Rebecca Chen of the Department of Supernatural Affairs. You are surrounded by federal agents with authorization to use lethal force. All occupants of the compound will exit immediately with hands visible and surrender for processing." Department of Supernatural Affairs. Lisa felt her blood turn to ice as the implications hit her. The human government had a dedicated agency for dealing with their kind—which meant they'd b

“If the SCF had such a problem with my actions, I’m certain they would have said something before.” The Supernatural Concealment Forces had their own agendas and tended to be more neutral than active. They didn’t cover up the deaths, just the methods of the deaths, passing them off as plagues or rabid animals attacking people. “Maybe we should instead be thinking about how to undo the damage we’ve already caused ourselves rather than how to inflict further damage?” Peter’s eye twitched. “Are you saying you view trying to increase our numbers as damage?”

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.”

Callie raised a brow, “Sounds like there’s more to it.” The man sighed. “I’m Rafq(Raif), fire is my main domain but I’ve had restrictions placed on me based on previous events that I can’t tell you about.” “Then why help me? What do you gain?” Callie’s asked confused. “The universe as we know it doesn’t end and I survive and so do the people I protect.” The voice said, his voice carrying the seriousness of the situation. Callie was still confused and wanted to ask a question but she noticed the glow from the painting dimming and decided against it.

“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-”