Supernatural Samhain Novels & Stories

“The house panicked, the crest awakened, and the queen’s enchantments stirred only when you came near.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “I needed to understand whether it was the ring reacting to you… or something older. Something tied to her.” Samantha blinked, thrown off by the gravity of it. “So you dragged me into a haunted cemetery to run supernatural diagnostics?” “A crude interpretation,” I said. “But not entirely inaccurate.” I felt Samantha watching me — not with judgment, but with a cautious curiosity, as if she sensed there was more beneath my silence than I dared to share.

It is also a Prophecy that only the black cults will kill the viper. Sorcerer casted a spell and pointed stalf. A white light out and form a door to a place. I stepped to the front of the door and saw my friends, it was dark there. As I was looking at the place to take a better view, sorcerer pushed me inside and I fell in. The door closed and my face are down on the ground. I raised my head and it was in the night here, saw my friends that we were having Halloween Night party together.

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

Sarah asked. "I'm Samuel, a sorcerer from the nineteenth century. The rest of them hovering around you are my associates. This place belongs to only dead magicians and you all are clearly trespassing," the creature screeched. "What can I do to make you lead me to Virion?" Henry asked and the question seemed to interest Samuel the sorcerer. "Aah! Interesting question. Let's trade something," the scrawny figure replied. It's teeth were rotten and it's sense organs were absent.

she shouted again. "I assure you, that is the case as it stands." "Samantha is even more skeptical about this mystical shit that I am! I mean was. She's a born-again atheist, so why would she be seeing some kind of psychic --" "Medium," the ghost corrected her. "She is seeing a medium."

He is such a good friend and I really hope he won't get hurt at the end of this. "This is Samantha and her coven. They are from California," Franklin introduced us to the covens that decided to fight along with us. They are the vampires that are secretly againts with the council's way of dealing things. And now that they have seen that we are great in number, it must have given them courage to stand. After all, it only takes courage to do something you have never done before. And we have given them that through this—through giving the council a fight they want.

And, I thought to myself, gripping the blunt wooden blade in my hand, he was outnumbered. I stepped into the line of trees, working my way quietly into the sparse woodland at the edge of the field. Cythraul was gloating, his smug voice carrying through the night, but Aradia and the Clan had him surrounded. “Birch trees are sacred, Ellis,” Rowan whispered. I still couldn’t see her, but I nodded, keeping my eyes fixed on the demon. “It used to be celebrated at Samhain.” “Samhain?” I whispered back, my voice barely a murmur.

“I told you, at the Pumpkin Park on Saturday by some creepy guy in a hood!” “Who you say is dead now.” “Exactly!” “And you just thought, ‘hey, I should take a book from a dead guy’ whose body just happened to vanish right in front of you!” “Oh, well you're not the one who was being terrorised by a fucking pumpkin...!” Jake felt the book stir in his hand. He held it out and watched the symbol on the cover begin to glow. “Still think it's a prank?” Jake went on, “why does it have a pentagram symbol on it, though?”

So, we lay side by side in our bed, holding moon crystals, amethysts and clear quartz tightly in our hands, Dominic on one end and me on the other. Once Dominic turned off the lamp, the only source of light was half a moon, though, that didn't matter-we wouldn't need light where we were going, only the combined efforts of our dreams. "Mom, Dad?" Samuel whispers. "I need to tell you something." "What is it, son?" Dominic asks in a soft voice. "Well..." Samuel pauses for a moment. "The demons, Deumus and Baphomet...they will try to fool you." "Oh, we are well aware of that," I chime in. "You never know which direction they'll be coming from..."

She felt like a storm. Behind them, the ruins seemed to shrink, the jaundiced yellow of Elder Lee’s influence replaced by the lingering, celestial glow of the sisters’ auras. The silver and the gold. “I’m coming for you, Ava,” Samantha whispered into the gale, her voice carrying a frequency that bypassed the physical world and struck the very heart of the Deep Place. “Hold onto the light. Mommy is becoming the monster they're afraid of.” They disappeared into the dark, three figures against the apocalypse, leaving behind the Echo of the Blood for the promise of the Fire.