Supernatural Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

What am I exactly seeing right now? "Heavenly, listen to me,” he uttered. He's wearing strange clothes, definitely not from this era, or maybe not from this world at all. He was about to reach me with his hand but I thankfully recovered from being shocked. I immediately moved away from him and squeeze myself on the other side of the bed. "This isn't real. Stop it. Stop it! Please stop! This isn't real!" I was starting to pull my hair out of frustration. I slapped myself multiple times to force myself to wake up if this is just a dream. I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks.

He merged with the entire formation and disappeared completely. The other James smiled at Harper and said, “For this theatrical performance, let’s use the main self of the Path. It’s a bit stronger and has all the necessary Supernatural Powers to handle the situation outside.” Harper tiptoed closer to James and poked his arm. Then, she quickly recoiled with a gasp. “What?” James asked impatiently. “Oh my, it’s real flesh and blood, not a clone or a Primordial Spirit,” Harper exclaimed, covering her mouth. “How can you have two main selves?”

How could I have been so blind for so long? As I struggled to make sense of it all, a single word kept echoing in my mind: "supernatural." It was a word that brought with it a whole host of images - werewolves, vampires, witches, and other creatures of the night. It was a world that I had always thought was just a figment of someone's imagination. And now I was living in it and also being told that my real parents were a part of it all. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dorian's voice. "Eden, are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his handsome features.

Us supernaturals are closely alike with wild animals. Well, we are human wild animals. My shaking hear reluctantly agrees. Our supernatural eyes are closely alike with wild animals. We see clearly within the dare. That's an unappreciated importance of our supernatural eyes. Its barely needed or required so hardly appreciated. My eyes finally locate my bed side lamp. I power on it. My glowing eyes stop. The lamp brightly illuminates the room. I smile. My eyes instantly stare at the felt figure. They broaden. It's clearly my mate caroline.

I was feeling so sad and bad for him. “You should drink,” I take his glass and pour him a drink. He swallowed down everything in one go, his mood turning more sour, “I woke up here, in this very bedroom. Alpha Cyprian marked me inside the ambulance car and I don’t know how I managed to survive it. It was truly a miracle, my pinky finger had regenerated. And I had my shift immediately since it was also the Full Moon later that night and since that day, I quickly knew what I was without being told and I really hated it.”

Down, down, down. Through time, through space, through memory. Until I landed in another world. Not real. Not yet. But terrifyingly possible. A ruined earth. Cities crumbled. The sky was blackened, the moon fractured in the heavens. Supernatural creatures lay scattered across the land burned, broken, erased. And in the center of it all stood… me. Or what I could become. Eyes glowing like fire. Hair white as snow, flowing with tendrils of dark mist. My hands were raised, celestial energy dripping from my fingertips, and I could feel it the final strike. The moment of annihilation.

“Oh my God. I said that out loud. I actually said that. I admitted it. This is it. This is how I die. My soul is going to detach from my body and float to purgatory and the angels are going to gag when they pull up my file and see what’s currently stuffed inside me. I’m going to have to fight for entrance into heaven while walking bowlegged from your cock.” I buried my face in the sheets, screaming into them. “I used to be normal,” I mumbled into the fabric. “I used to be a virgin who drank iced coffee and watched rom-coms and cried about failing Chemistry. And now I’m just… your little sex doll with no brain and too much cum in her uterus.” He finally spoke. “You love it,” Damon growled. An

The admission tasted like poison, but I forced it out anyway because she deserved to know exactly how fucked we were. “I walked in with the int-tention to kill her,” I continued, my voice rough and broken by shivers. “I didn’t know she had an idea about the supernaturals and most especially our kind and I was ambushed. S-silver from everywhere—the air, the w-walls, the ceiling. It got into my l-lungs. It burned through my s-skin. There was so much that I b-blacked out.” I swallowed hard, the movement painful. “When I opened my eyes, I was in h-here.”

“You okay?” I exhaled slowly. Terrified. But weirdly… safe. “You really think this will work?” I asked softly. Sammy grinned. “Oh, it’s already working.” I shook my head, still staring at the numbers climbing higher and higher. “How did I end up in the middle of a supernatural revolution that started with shirtless pictures?” Sammy kissed my temple lightly. Victor brushed his thumb over my marked skin. “Because,” Victor said calmly, “you’re the center of it all.”

Alex’s hand gently squeezed my knee, telling me that he understood and that he was with me. However, in the anger that I now felt towards the Supernatural world in general for it’s fucked up rules and politics, I had completely failed to notice one important detail between me and Alex…and how accurately he had just read my mind and found out my deepest thoughts so easily…as if the mating bond was already working its magic without me even being aware of it.