Supernatural Samandriel Novels & Stories

[Sammy] “So let me get this straight,” Luis takes a large drink of his frothy IPA, the sides of the glass dripping with condensation as he sets it down on the table next to our basket of corn chips. “This goddess of a blonde comes up to YOU, you, Little Sammy Salazar, buys you a drink, drags you into a bathroom, and does wicked things to you in said bathroom for three hours and you didn’t even get her name?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re cute and all but I call bullshit. Pure m****a. That’s like porn movie crap.”

I slowly lowered myself to the floor, my knees coming to rest beside the spilled water and shattered glass. Bella gasped softly and moved closer before carefully lowering herself to kneel beside me. We both stared at the mess in complete horror. Something deeply unnatural and terrifying was happening right before our eyes. The moment the tablet touched the water, it began bubbling violently. A faint hissing sound filled the room as the blue coating dissolved at an unnatural speed, releasing a strange bluish-gray substance into the water. Within seconds, the clear water had turned cloudy and murky.

Piquing my curiosity with his odd behaviour, I creep closer towards Sam despite Elijah’s words ringing within my head to stay put—staring onward before tucking myself beneath an old jeweller's canopy away from his sight. Getting ready to give Elijah an update on my whereabouts, I’m stopped in my tracks when a smug grin cascades across Sam’s face in the distance as he clutches a disclosed item in his palm tightly. Opening out his fist, I make out a pair of small red-glistening type rocks held within when he picks one of them up with his free hand—pinching it between his fingers and repeating the same action with the other. Prising his hands apart, he turns his back towards me slightly to star

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

“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

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

Without pausing to think, I took the amulet and examined it. “What should I do with it?” You would really have to see auntie’s face to believe it! Apparently, I shouldn’t have even touched it. Not bloody likely. That said, the demon part of me really did feel some discomfort—a pretty mild one. As for the human half, it didn’t care a bit. I was a fire mage by blood. Bright fire was my element, my heritage. And the Bright Saint didn’t mind fire, never. “Son of light, kiss the pendant and vow upon it to tell the truth and only the truth.”

With reverence in their hearts, they entered the shrine's hallowed halls, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Deep within the shrine's heart, they discovered the first God Supreme soul, a shimmering orb pulsating with celestial energy. With gentle hands, they encased the soul in a protective amulet, its radiant glow illuminating their faces. Their mission was far from over, Lady Susan and Ryan bid farewell to the southern wilderness and embarked on their next quest. Their path led them to a world unlike any they had ever seen, a realm of boundless imagination conjured by the enigmatic Wilson.