Supernatural Samhain Novels & Stories

Rynd had suggested another, more devious, way. They had been hiking for hours, and Rynd had offered few details of his plan. Kyle was not used to following, to taking orders, and he was reaching his limit. Indeed, just as he was getting ready to confront Rynd again, finally Rynd hiked up alongside him. “Tonight is the Samhain Festival,” Rynd said. “Our kind will flock here from around the world. It is our night for power, the one night when evil has free reign. We will use the energy of this night to summon our evil cohorts from every corner of the earth. Whatever creatures are out there, they will come to us, like moths to a flame. Then, tomorrow, we will attack Skye as one.”

It was a whole can of worms that wasn't meant to be broadcasted to those who couldn't even handle their own shit without the threat of a complete societal collapse, let alone understanding the complexities that none of them would be able to understand on a rational level. It drained me even thinking about that. Tossing the file into my to-do bin, I grabbed a few more and sorted through them one by one. Figuring out my schedule for the rest of the month wouldn't be hard but judging by the new pile on my desk, as well as the ones already sitting in my bins, I was in for a long fall season. There was always something about this time of year that drove the supernaturals into a weird frenzy. With

“Why, Ms. Thalia?” In a wave of her hand, the chains in Dorrien Ronan’s hand now plummeted onto the floor. “There is always a right timing for everything.” *** Finally, Samhain has come. October 31 and it was the hallowed day for the creatures of the night. The Hunter’s Moon was vibrantly glowing on Halloween Night—Samhain for vampires and werewolves, and even for the Blood Witches also known as the Heathens. Rozelyn managed to recover soon from that heart-stopping situation days ago; less than a day, to be frank.

Says Milly. Stormie narrated to his sister, Princess Milly, about his visit to the healer's den earlier this morning. He told her that Samantha had returned and appeared to be acting abnormal, almost like someone who was insane. Stormie explained that Samantha had been brought to the healer's den by Leo and Claudius earlier this morning, and not just that, she appeared to be in a delirious state. The healers tried to treat her, but her condition continued to worsen. Eventually, she became completely unresponsive and began exhibiting signs of severe mental instability, including hallucinations and erratic behavior. The healers were unable to determine the cause of her illness, and Stormie exp

But that he was? Caitlin was a few years older than Sam, and perhaps she’d showed signs of coming-of-age sooner than he. Perhaps, if they had waited a few years, Sam would also have shown signs of morphing into a half-breed. Whatever the reason, he was clearly immune. Which made him very, very powerful. And very dangerous to her coven. Samantha looked around, and in the room of several hundred vampires, there was not a sound. They all just stared, in shock.

"Brothers and Sisters. I welcome you to a very special night. Tonight there will not only be the ritual of Samhain, but we will have another more free spirited celebration afterwards. For those of you who have attended before welcome back, for those of you here for the first time I hope it will not be your last."

“Mate her. Protect her. She is ours.” And tonight, I would. The ceremony would be private—just us and the moon. Marking a mate wasn’t just symbolic. It was magic, ancient and binding. Once marked, our souls would tether permanently, our powers shared, our futures fused. But as the sun set and we prepared for the moment, a chill passed through the pack. Austin burst into my office, grim. “We found something.” I stood, alert. “What?” “One of the patrols picked up a strange scent—magic, but not from Sybil or her witches. Something... corrupted.”

Although she was just 18years old then and Samara was 22, the sister bond that they shared was not something that could be broken, even with the strongest spell. "If Samara wanted to elope, she would have done that with me. She would have whispered to me at least and would have taken some of the stuff she held dearly. I do not believe what the Police said." I know something had happened to my sister and the Police are too lazy to find out!" She had insisted as her friends were there to console her. Since that time, she had had a phobia for Halloween as it was the day that her sister got missed and also her sister's birthday.

"Bummer. And you can’t even be with your mom either. How did you celebrate Samhain over in England?" "Same as here. Eating cake, singing over the bonfire, and thinking about our dead family members." He smiled. "That’s nice. No matter where in the world all witches and warlock will be honoring this night." Samhain wasn’t celebrated in Hell. The veil between the realms was at its weakest and Azazel would stand by the doorway slaying demons bold enough to try his resolve. She used to make a game of counting how many demons he killed on that night. The red sand would be soaked in black blood and the Watcher at the gate of Hell never faltered.

"Daniel, that was no ordinary mind control. This was something sinister, something supernatural." I scoffed. "Supernatural? You mean like ghosts and demons?" He nodded solemnly. "Yes, Daniel. I'm afraid so. And it's clear that Sam is not just any ordinary human being." I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What are you saying, Father?" "I'm saying that Sam may be something much darker. And if that's the case, then you need to be prepared for what's to come." I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs of confusion clouding my mind,