Supernatural Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“No, Bree. You were going to be sacrificed, but Azazel and his friend, Fallon, saved you. They hid you until you were no longer in danger, then they released you once they thought it was safe.” Bree shakes her head in disbelief. “No, that's crazy. Why would you say that?” I swallow hard before I respond. I don't know how to make Bree and Lana believe me. The story is just too outrageous to be true. But I know it's true. “It's true, B. I know it's true because I've seen what Sahara and Marina have done. And because I'm a supernatural, and so are you.” Bree scoffs at my comment while Lana remains quiet. “Are you listening to yourself, Zoe? What drugs has your boyfriend been feeding you to make

He went back by himself and doesn't care if Jeff Gray gets wet in the rain on the way back. Ryan Dixon quickly opened his wet umbrella as soon as he got into his dorm room and put it in the corner to dry. He stood still and walked forward. He was surprised to see the figure of a person appear in front of him. He couldn't move out of the way in time, so his face hit the figure. Unconsciously, he reached out to steady himself, only to find that his hands had made contact with firm but soft skin. future second, he heard a voice on top of his head that sounded like an elf and was rude. "Dear classmate, you shouldn't be so perverted, even though you envy it."

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door. Axel had been gone for almost an hour, and the silence was driving me crazy. To find out what you are. His words kept echoing in my head. What the fuck was I? A week ago, I thought I knew. Just a normal, human senator's wife. But now I was apparently some kind of supernatural creature with weird dreams and maybe blood that vampires wanted. I don't know about that last part. I mean that's how the script goes right? blood.

Like he'd been carved from marble and brought to life by divine intervention. Kieran reached over and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. His touch was gentle, grounding me in the present moment. "Want to talk about it?" I looked into his dark eyes, seeing genuine concern there. He'd stayed with me all night, watching over me while I slept. The least I could do was be honest with him. But how could I explain that I'd just dreamed I was someone else? Someone who'd lived over a century ago and made some kind of supernatural pact with a creature who looked like the Supernatural studies assistant professor?

I asked her. I was willing to try anything, literally anything just to get out of here. “Hold my hand!.” She said and extended her hand to me. I grabbed her hand and she tried to pull me close so I moved closer to her, she hugged me and spoke in a foreign language my ear began to ring my eyes went black it was as though my life flashed before my eyes even things I experienced but had no memory of cane back flashing things like, my one year birthday, the time I spent in the womb till the time I met my stepfather and got sold, to when I mistakenly bounded my soul with Zemia during this time I realised it wasn’t a mistake my Lycan did it intentionally.

I blinked. “No. This is all crazy, but I don’t want to forget. All this finally makes the things I’ve unintentionally overheard you say on the phone make sense. The supernatural is real. My new best friend is a badass daughter of an alpha werewolf, and my chunk friend with benefits is a sex cambion. I don’t want to return to having secrets between us.” I shook my head.

Damon muttered as he fixed his gaze on my arm, I followed his gaze as I sighted the unbelievable, the wound on my arm fused together, slowly merging and soon it all closed up, there wasn't a single scratch "Oh my God, this is not real!!! It's not real!" I muttered, closing my eyes as I muttered indecently "You are not a student anymore Liam..... " He said, slightly pausing as he stared at me, I held a confused gaze, waiting for him to speak "You are now a Supernatural!!" He finally completed his words and I heaved in frustration, I never wanted this, I don't!! "Isn't there any way you can cure this, I don't want this!" I muttered, he frown his brows as he stood from the bed

I manage to gasp, the words torn from me, an involuntary surrender to the exquisite agony. It's then that I feel it, a familiar, yet always shocking, surge of power. My supernatural self, usually a controlled undercurrent, begins to overwhelm me, rising to the surface like a dark tide. A faint, ethereal glow emanates from my eyes, a molten gold reflecting in the dim light of the room. The sensations intensify, swirling through me, a heady mix of pleasure and something ancient, wild. My fangs, sharp and elongated, extend, pricking gently against my gums. I hear his own grunts behind me, a low, animalistic sound that tells me his wolf, too, is at the very brink, struggling to remain contained,

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

A man with eyes like glass touched her forehead and whispered one word: “Hybrid.” But not like the others. Her father had been a god of endings. Her mother, a shadow of the veil. She was born of oblivion. They didn’t raise her. They sealed her. Until someone—something—called her awake. And now she was here. A key. A blade. A barrier. Back to Reality I gasped as I returned. Damian was holding me now. The Sixth was sitting up, trembling. “I didn’t want you to see that,” she whispered.