Novel & Cerita Supernatural Samhain

"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,

“I can work with you for the next couple of hours, but then I have to go to the club. Bradford and Lynn took the night off to see that new movie, and I have to finish booking the performers for the end of the year fest.” Samael hums in agreement. “What movie are they going to see?” I shrug. “Some movie about a cannibal serial killer.” “Do you remember the last movie we saw at the Cinema?” I shudder. “That was a very long time ago, but I’ll never forget. It was the one with the little girl who disappears into the television screen? Those humans should have known better than to buy a home built over Indian burial grounds.” Samael nods. “You have to admit it was quite amusing to see how frighte

Owls hooted, their calls echoing, answered by the creek’s gurgle, softer now, drowned by the wind’s low moan—a restless pulse that carried a sour whiff, like blood and decay, hinting at danger stalking unseen. Samantha Lykos glided down the trail, her crescent-tipped staff gripped tight, its oak warm against her callused palms, silver tip humming faintly, casting slivers of light on the roots. Her auburn braid hung loose, strands catching the moon’s glow like fire, framing green eyes that burned with focus, sharp as knives. Her leather boots padded softly, vest creaking, muscles coiled—last night’s claw marks haunted her, too big, too deliberate, a taunt from the Eclipse Fang, now one day cl

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

Samantha stood there, in the aisle of the King’s Chapel, holding Sam hostage with her left arm, and pointing the gun at his temple with her right. Samantha looked up and saw that girl—Caitlin—standing at the top of the pulpit, holding the sword. Her sword. The sword she needed. Off to the side, she saw that other vampire. That traitor to her coven. Caleb. And in front of her, in the aisle, was a small, growling wolf pup. “Drop the sword,” Samantha yelled, “or I’ll kill your brother!” Sam squirmed in her grasp, but his strength was no match for hers.

I stared at Lucy as blood dripped from my cut hands onto the ground. Her words filled me with fear. “Gab, you don’t understand how werewolf blood works on humans,” Lucy said. “A werewolf can only use their natural healing power on the same human once in their lifetime.” She looked at Daniel before continuing. “The first time you healed him, your power fixed him and saved his life. But it also changed his body. His blood is now resistant to your healing power, so your magic will no longer work on him.”

Lucien looked up, “is that what Paul is saying now.” I found it a little amusing that both brothers now refused to call Paul father. They both stood together in their disbelief at how he had acted. It was the one good thing to come from Nikko kidnapping me. “No,” Damien leaned against the porch. “I’ve been doing my own research. Samantha was born under a full moon at the stroke of midnight. She is blessed by the moon goddess and...” “Not you too,” I said. “This is not a fucking blessing. This is a curse.”

Even if he fled, the desperate ritualist was sure to catch him and bring him back. Whatever happened, only one person was going home tonight. The Antelope never kills the Lion. No, it was the other way around. Therefore, the driver would never allow the other to escape. Not if he wanted to remain alive. If his convenants was not renewed tonight, well, a lot would go bad. Very, very bad! To his surprise though, the other stirred but never opened his eyes the whole way to the medicine man's shrine. Baba already had everything prepared. The charms, the fire and the knife of convenants. All that was needed was the sacrificial goat which he had now brought.

“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.