Supernatural Shipping Novels & Stories

he murmured, his thumb rubbing slow, possessive circles against my pulse point. "Always the boss," I countered, my fingers instinctively curling into the soft cotton of his dark shirt to pull him down into my space. Tonight, the corporate phase of our counter-attack was officially entering international waters. The Shadow Council had spent decades using these hidden shipping lines to move their raw chemical supplies across the globe without anyone checking their bills. They hadn't counted on a senior secretary with a biology background using their own automated network to lock down their supply chain from a penthouse five thousand miles away.

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

I'll handle everything. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She didn't fully understand it. But she felt it. That shift. That intensity. The assurance. The safety. The protectiveness. That claim- Unspoken. But clear. Outside the haveli resumed preparing for a wedding. Inside, something far more dangerous had begun. Not just protection anymore. Not just care. But possession. ____________

"Where's the shipment I asked for?" "The Sovereign Research Institute has been breached. We're still investigating." "How long is that going to take? I've got things to handle. I need to get back." "Then you should head out first," the supervisor said, his expression tight. "We'll notify you once the shipment is located." "Make it quick. All our production lines are waiting on that batch. Don't hold us up." "Understood." Within Ascendant Creed, departments operated in a strict vertical hierarchy.

Me- Good luck to him. “So, you are here to kill me,” I smirk. “You think it will take all these warriors to kill me. Must not have much faith in your skills.” Jessup laughs again. “We just figured with all this supernatural elite here. We should take you all out at once." “Unless you have a nuke, that is not going to end well for you,” I chuckle. “As you say, we have the Supernatural Elite here. Caster, Vamps, Shifters, all here to protect this place. A place you yourself once called home.”

I shouted and turned on my heel, storming into the bathroom and slamming the doors shut behind me. I took a shower, rinsing off the semen which was dripping out of my vagina. Perhaps the potential pregnancy terrified me even more than carrying his mark on my skin. Normally, supernatural beings did not have to worry about using protection during sex. The chances of conceiving were close to zero because only marked mates could have children. Supernatural life exacted a toll like no other. In exchange for living longer, healing faster than any random human, and being gifted with various superpowers, not all of us were fertile. But once there was a mark, everything changed.

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

There was something I was dying to know, and I thought Spencer might be willing to tell me. “So, Spencer, can I ask you a question?” He shrugs, not looking back at me as we exit the kitchen to go towards the family room. “Shoot.” I bit on my lip while forming my question. “How did you all... get this place?” Spencer opens the basement door and starts to descend the stairs. “You mean, do Shape Shifters work?” I opened my mouth to apologize for sounding rude, but Spencer kept speaking. “Well, Stephan's family owns a company. Who knows what it is. But, they have so much money, they were able to create this sanctuary for all the supernatural being who have nowhere else to go.”

He rubbed his face to get the irritation out of his system. Clara felt anxious. A fire on one of the shipping vessels could not be avoidable if they really were accidents, but Navio was a top-of-the-line shipping company. According to the news, they had sophisticated systems to avoid these kinds of things from happening, but an explosion and a fire spelled disaster. It made her hope they had an excellent security system in place so it won’t be hard for Sebastian to find the culprit.

I feel the heavy beat pulsing throughout my entire body, almost ready to burst through. Yes, yes. It's happening, it is finally happening. "We rose from fire and ash. From the blood and magic of our ancestors birthed Lupina," my father's voice resounds through the crowd. False howls and cheers come from the crowd as ecstasy pounds through their blood. The moon is almost at high-point, and it is then I feel my skin tingle. "For years we've won and lost battles. Many have fallen, but we've