Supernatural Samhain Novels & Stories

" Mystic coven members were peace-loving people. They never resorted to killing. Moreover, they never practiced any harmful and deadly spells, so they couldn't defend themselves against Samara, who was directly going for a kill." "As the days went by, Samara's greed became greater, and ruling her coven wasn't enough for her; she wanted to rule the entire World. Samara knew to do that, she would need followers who would be loyal to her. She managed to convince many people that they could achieve anything they wanted by joining forces with her. She was smart enough to play with people's weaknesses and use them for her benefit. She also specialized in the art of hypnotizing, which helped her a

Sam said as she gulped down her squirrel. At dawn Thomas and Sam set off on their journey to find the supernatural healer. They kept a brisk pace, keeping to the trees and out of the sun as they had been traveling for two days and were almost to the vampire coven’s territory. They took a break at the time when the sun reached its peak for lunch. After they finished eating the squirrels they had caught earlier, they moved onward to the territory. Sam heard someone rapidly approaching and she wondered if they had been caught. She quickly thought of a way to escape but wondered if that would be enough. They were on another coven’s territory after all.

"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.

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.

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...

You didn't have to be so mean, Kyla groused to Xera after the werewolf had left. It was nice to have someone who could hear us stop and chat with us for a change. Honey, you need to get out of your tree more often. Xera's soft-needled branches shook though there was very little wind - almost as if the tree were laughing. There's usually a satyr or two around on Samhain, and that's only a moon or so away. 'Cause, sister, you need to get out and get laid.

What she did next stunned me. Samantha swung her bleeding hand, and her blood splattered on the altar beside us. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood as I felt and heard all the ancient souls that surrounded the whole place moan and howl from Samantha’s blood. As if they had recognized the Clan she came from. They knew who she was. “Samantha go—” As soon as I realized what Richard was about to do, it was too late for me to warn her. “RICHARD!!!”

Sam emerged from the spiritual energy now with his new arsenal granted to him by a mysterious on looken. Shirley stood up startle dby the young voodooist new weapons with her attention mostly centered on his staff. “The haunted Orphan?” Shirley questioned. That’s impossible. “Is that what this is called?” Sam asked. While look into the yes of the skull. The empty sockets glew green as Sam’s pupils did the same, attering his demeanor in the process to a more vulgar tone. “Let’s paint this garbage ass apartment with your blood, plant bitch. Sam said with a sinister smile.