Supernatural Samhain Novels & Stories

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.

"He is not stable. The curse, the guilt, the obsession. He is a storm waiting to break. And when he discovers who you really are..." "I am Hecate," I said, my voice firmer than I felt. "Samantha is dead. She died in the rogue forest three years ago." Finnick shook his head. "You can change your face. You can change your scent. You can change your name. But you cannot change your bond. He feels it. Even if he does not understand what he is feeling, he feels it. And when he finally puts the pieces together..." "He will not." I spoke over him, cutting off the sentence I did not want to hear. "I have been careful. The mask is strong. The spell is strong."

Serena grinned. “Good. Now get out of my sight.” “But my promotion—” “Will come to you once I’m Luna,” Serena said, shutting her bedroom door in Nellie’s face. By the next morning, Samantha’s ghost hadn’t returned for a third time. Good. The freak was finally dead—Serena wasn’t sure how the hell she had managed to come back from the grave before, but it was certainly by unnatural means, and therefore best for her to stay dead. Really, Serena was doing everyone a favor. For all they knew, Samantha had used some kind of dark ritual to come back to life! Maybe she came straight from hell to ruin all of their lives!

It is not similar to the previous vampire she has dealt with. Samantha looks up at the sky outside, and sharply narrows her eyes seeing the crescent moon. 'It's yet a full moon. Who could possibly be here?' She thinks. Samantha exits the diner without waiting for the woman to give her the change of her money. She searches for the aura's source, and for an unknown reason, Samantha detects the aura drifting from one place to another, as if teasing her on purpose.

[Sammy] “So let me get this straight,” Luis takes a large drink of his frothy IPA, the sides of the glass dripping with condensation as he sets it down on the table next to our basket of corn chips. “This goddess of a blonde comes up to YOU, you, Little Sammy Salazar, buys you a drink, drags you into a bathroom, and does wicked things to you in said bathroom for three hours and you didn’t even get her name?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re cute and all but I call bullshit. Pure m****a. That’s like porn movie crap.”

After a moment a young woman answered the door, opening it only slightly. “Yes?” She asked him her eyes searching him, the porch and driveway behind him. “Can I help you?” “Harry and Jules Edison are… preoccupied,” Samuel said. “I am Samuel. I have been sent by Sigrid and Talen to speak with you more about how you came to be here.” “How do I know that you’re speaking the truth?” She wondered. “You could be unwelcome here…” “I’m not a Van Helsing, and I am not a zombie,” Samuel shrugged off his jacket. “I can prove that I’m supernatural…” Very visibly so.

Ethan's life hung in the balance, his very existence teetering on the precipice of annihilation, and Conard vowed to unleash the full fury of his wrath upon the monstrous entity that threatened his fallen comrade. Lady Susan, a member of the Werewolf God Destroyer, and her loyal companion, Ryan, stood at the precipice of a new adventure. Their mission was clear: to find the remaining three God Supreme souls, scattered across the vast expanse of existence. With no werewolf wielder to guide them, their path was uncertain, yet their resolve was unwavering. Lady Susan and Ryan, the valiant duo of the Werewolf God Destroyer, embarked on a perilous quest to gather the scattered fragments of the Go

Hazel asked "I'm sure he'll understand eventually." Hailey said "It's been almost two years, when is he going to let go?" Hazel asked "Sweetheart don't keep it in mind. I'm sure he'll come around eventually." Hailey said "When? What am I even saying? Even you were mad at me." "Hazel baby." "Excuse me mom." Hazel said walking away. Hazel Maximilian was not like the rest of the family, yes she was a wolf but also a witch. She was supposed to be a vampire but she wasn't, instead she was a witch not just any witch she was a seer.