Supernatural Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A tiny giggle fled Eden, and all eyes fell on her. “Sorry… I just…” She waved her hand while shaking her hand profoundly. “That’s super silly. I mean my dad was a werewolf. An alpha at that. And my mom was a super werewolf too. Serena can tell you that. So the idea of one of the two being a demon is super absurd.” She countered. I gripped my hand around her and pulled her closer. “As much as I would love to agree with you, the odds are stacked against you, honey. You were made to believe that you were born of two normal wolves. Else, why would you explain sealing your wolf away?” The question hung over our heads, and my mind almost exploded.

A human could disappear forever in a crowd like that. And I’m going into its center. “You’re not a human,” the voice inside my head reminds me. “You’re a badass witch and the mate of one of the strongest Alphas in the country.” “What’s wrong?” Sly touches my wrist and I turn to face him, my attention caught between the bustling supernaturals exiting the station and the vastness of the surrounding city. “Nothing!” I squeak. “It’s just…a lot.”

And I had saved the world. ****** The light burned so brightly I thought it would consume me. It was too much, too vast, too eternal. My consciousness was slipping, stretching like molten silver pulled between two worlds. My scream was ripped away, swallowed by the storm of magic that churned around me. And then— Silence. My eyes opened. But they weren’t just my eyes. I was standing inside her. My old self. The me that had been crowned once before. The me that had almost destroyed everything. Our bodies merged, our souls woven together.

Who in their right mind would claim cutting themselves once in a while is no big deal? But I needed to keep everything to myself, maybe until my powers decided to awaken. Right now, I couldn't explain anything. I was stuck between being a human and a monster—or should I say, forbidden. "I'm glad you're back. You don't know how happy you've made me," she smiled, and her eyes went to my forehead again, which was still bleeding. "We should clean that up. You don’t want to be a walking buffet for the vampires," she smiled.

The only way to keep him from being erased was to **Over-Write** him. "Silas, look at me," I said, my voice steady. "I’m going to give you my 'Life-State.' I’m going to give you my humanity." "What...?" I grabbed the "Null-Chains" with my bare hands. The pain was absolute—a searing, digital fire that tried to delete my fingers. But I didn't let go. I used the root in my chest to "Reverse the Flow." I didn't drain him. I **Uploaded** myself into him.

Wynn tied her arms and legs to each of the pillars of the four-poster bed, not sure if it will hold her, and waited for her to wake up. Wynn sat in a chair and watched Emily, wondering how he was going to explain himself to the council. ‘I can never go back there, and neither can she,’ Wynn thought about what the council has done before to turned vampires and the supernatural that has turned them without permission; It is what started the supernatural war that felt like it was never going to come to an end. Just as Wynn started to doze off he heard one of the pillars of the four-poster bed crack.

I stared at my hands in horror, feeling more useless than I ever had in my entire life. A sudden spark of hope flared inside my chest. I looked up at Lucy, my eyes widening. "Wait! You are a werewolf too!" I gasped. I scrambled onto my knees and reached out desperately to grab Lucy’s arms. "That means you can heal him! You can save Daniel!" Lucy looked down at my shaking hands. A quiet, painful shadow crossed her eyes. She slowly, gently pulled her hands away from my grip, taking a small step backward.

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

I averted my gaze because I didn’t want to feel barer than before. ‘How did that happen?’ I asked myself. ‘What was that?’ “I just want to talk to you, Arianna,” he said. “Oh.” “I’m not here to bang you as Michael and Renald did.” I winced, feeling like a slut because I did it with two men in one day. “Despite my urges to do so.” I heard him clear his throat. “So, you feel the urges too?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. “It’s way worse for us supernatural creatures,” he explained. “I bet you already realize by now that our instincts are that of beasts. We are controlled by primordial instincts much more than humans”

I step back to keep a safe distance. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? You were just gonna leave like that?" I suddenly feel very hot. What can I say? "I've changed my mind... I'm not gonna stay here. This town, university, Laura, Lucian, everything else. I don't fit in. I'm going back to my old life and..." He puts a hand on my arm and a strange sensation comes over me. The writings of the grimoire remind me of the powers of telepathy and hypnosis. No way am I gonna let myself be manipulated!