Supernatural Rpf Novels & Stories

He needed that boost of confidence, and he got it. Elliot and Vincent had no idea that Rafael's people were waiting in the shadows, their weapons laced with Rafael's blood, ready to attack them at Rafael's signal. When a battle breaks out between supernatural creatures, one of the two sides might give the other side an escape. If they accepted that the conflict would finish without a disaster, they would have to compensate in other ways, such as giving up a portion of their land.

“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-”

“Well, that’s why we, I mean Atlas thinks, your other abilities may be more prominent” I wasn’t sure I could deal with anymore bizarre information but I needed to know. “What other abilities?” “Thea, werewolves are part of the supernatural world. There are others who also live in it. From what you’ve told me, it is likely you have the powers of a mage”. “What is a mage?” “Mages possess magic. They are more powerful than werewolves. They are able to control, destroy or renew the elements around them”. My head was swimming, “I…don’t understand”. Bessie reached for my hand, and gently held it between her own. “When that man tried to touch you, I think you unconsciously spelled yourself to be su

Xander breathed lets talk inside Raphael said unlocking the front door he lead everyone inside to a command center with a large meeting room everyone have a seat Raphael said Kyra please! she sat down in the chair he directed her to next to him at the table Xander quickly took the seat next to her as the others filled in meet the others this is Raziel Seraphim of Destruction he was at the battle today he was a slim guy good looking and seemed to be in his early twenties with black hair worn in a spiky emo style and dark blood-red eyes dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and black pants

He was a top spy working for The Blessing, a group of supernatural creatures such as vampires, goblins, witches, and other creatures that wanted to make sure that magic reigned in the human world with all its supremacy. The Blessing had been a cause of chaos in the human world for a long time before the Life was formed to counter the rogue organization and to stop its atrocities. So far, only the detectives like William and the higher ups like Sydney Moss were aware of its existence, struggling to defend the world from its brutal attacks. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Reverend Franklin’s mauled body lay in a coffin and the funeral proceedings were about to start. The police had declared him to be the late

“Wow. How is this possible?” His mouth quirks shyly. “It’s possible. Trust me, I’m not the only one either. Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Carrick is a werewolf, Rowan is a vampire, and my foster father, Alex, is a dhampir. Almost everyone I know is a supernatural being.” I huff in wonder. “Holy cow, does Haley know about Carrick? What about Nevaeh?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Um… Neveah knows about Khail, but I don’t know about Haley.”

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

Gabe sat down opposite them, hands clasped together as though in prayer. “Something possessed them.” Nick scoffed, shaking his head. “You have to be kidding.” “I’m not. And I wish I were. But I saw it, Nick. I saw what took them. It wasn’t just a killer, it was a force—evil. Inhuman.” Rachel’s voice was soft. “Possessed? Like… a demon?” Gabe looked at her, grief hardening his voice. “I watched it tear your unborn sister from Jo’s body. I held her as she died. I held your mother.”

--- Extraction – 0355 hours Sophia met Rafael at the emergency exit as the facility’s alarms blared. “You okay?” she shouted. “Better now,” he said, clutching the drive. “We have what we need. It’s over.” They ran as the mountain rumbled behind them. Snow fell from trees. Flames erupted from hidden vents. Explosions tore through the domes. Sanctum 9 collapsed. Rafael and Sophia, bloodied and breathless, stood on the cliffside as the last of Lazarus died in fire. She turned to him, tears streaking her soot-covered cheeks. “You came back.”