Supernatural Samhain Novels & Stories

The answer hadn’t concerned me much before, but it had suddenly become a much, much more urgent question. New supernatural organization. Oh, my fucking gods. That’d been tried a few times over the decades, and always ended in rivers of blood and no organization at all. Not something a lone shaman like me wanted to be in the middle of. I cleared my throat, trying for something less insane than screaming demands for details. Fly casual, Chewie. “Has Bill heard from them? The, uh, organization? Since Sam died?”

A hush fell like snowfall. Gabriel fell to one knee. And then the rest followed. One by one, warriors, elders, omegas, and even pups—without instruction or command—bowed to the white wolf. Heads lowered. Necks exposed. The Blood Moon Pack, renowned for their pride and ruthlessness, had never done this before. But they knew. The ancient in her had awakened. And she was no longer just Samantha Morgan. She was something the world had forgotten—and feared.

“I going to need for you to trust me.” His eyes which should be the color of milk chocolate with Samson forward are closer to the color of dark chocolate because of his fury. When he doesn’t answer, I put my hand on his cheek. “Samson, trust me,” I say quietly. His eyes focus on me and he nods. I turn back and begin walking through the crowd, swirling my bourbon as I go. “I know most of you don’t know much about other supernaturals. You certainly know nothing about the fae, very little if anything about vampires, and you obviously don’t know anything about Guardians,” I say, lifting the glass and taking a sip.

And they both looked at me. “What the hell do you know about Samara?” The mayor asked. And I managed to let out a little laugh. “Only that she’s dead.” I said. “You lie.” The sheriff said. “Killed her myself. Last night in Nashville.” I said. And they looked at each other. “Now you have a pack of wolves that you don’t know what to do with because the only person that you were answering to is dead. You guys are so fucked.” I said, laughing. And the sheriff walked over and slapped me across the face. But I barely flinched. “Is that all you got?” I asked, mocking him.

*** (Him) In the dark, overwhelming shadows, glided a figure in a black robe, his golden eyes rimmed with blood red as he watched Rory walking together with the hidden angel. He saw as the girl looked smilingly and his heart burned. Blight! Here was the destiny, falling in place. Like a long lost puzzle coming together, it was all coming together, finally. Samhain. Samhain is a festival marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker-half" of the year. Darker half of the year would be when his war for darkness, for blood would start. The devil demanded loyalty and success and success, he would offer.

"I-I thought you were someone else." He has a slight lisp as he speaks, and I realize it's from fangs. "Y-you're a vampire?" I blurt out, then slap a hand over my mouth for a moment. "I'm so sorry. That is so rude...but it's daylight." He tucks his hands into his front pockets and shrugs. "Half-vampire and half-mage. I'm Sam." "Hi." I stand and stretch my hand out to shake his. A boom echoes around us. The angel statue shatters, and I scream, ducking down.

" Summer grabbed the door. "This body is different. Amelia Fernandez was from the seafood market. Someone used an ice pick and drove it through her left ear straight into her brain." "How is this different? Isn't she just as dead as everyone else?" "There wasn't a single sign of struggle. Even under her fingernails was clean!" Summer stared at me. "The medical examiner ruled it a suicide." "Who can drive an ice pick into their own brain and not struggle?" "I want you to read her." I rubbed my fingers together. "Five thousand is too little. Up the fee."

mom told me it was a given to us but she never really went into details because I was a child, I should have asked her further “ I pulled her into me again. “ but this? I got it once when Tristan tried to bond with me during the blood moon night , lightning struck and when I woke up I had this” “ Do you know who these supernaturals are? “ I asked, stroking her head gently. “ Leaders, made to rule the wolf's age, but their main leaders were killed so then they ended up stranded because there's a connection that binds us together and without the leaders it can't happen “ She didn't need to talk, I knew who they were. “ Yet I killed them, I don't know how but I killed my parents and I only ha

She was going to wipe out the entire Supernatural race. She stood straight and drew energy from everything she could touch. Maybe because she was close to death she could feel everything strongly. So sensitive against her skin and her insides. She pulled everything inside and she kept taking more inside. She wasn’t sure why anyone hadn’t attacked yet. The creatures weren’t that smart. Maybe they were. She absorbed and did that till she felt a stream of blood go up her throat. That was when she let go. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew she was around. The little balance between consciousness and unconsciousness. She couldn’t really see or talk, but she was awake. When she did open h

The word Samhain seemed familiar, but I couldn’t recollect what it was. “What is Samhain?” I asked. “Samhain is a pagan religious festival originating from an ancient Celtic spiritual tradition. During that time, the gateway between this world and the Otherworld would be penetrable. Demons could easily crossover without being summoned,” he said, and I realised the danger it presented. “When is it?” I asked, hoping we had time. “Exactly two weeks from now,” he answered, and I sighed. That meant we had to race against time itself to stop Samael before he could succeed...