Supernatural Shipping Novels & Stories

I’m average height at five-five, but Zane is at least a head or so taller than me. Tomorrow our little bliss ends as we go to the city. Somehow supernatural drugs are being given to humans. Supernatural drugs are much stronger and deadly to humans. All over there are just random spikes of drug overdoses. It’s to the point that the human authorities are getting involved, and the last thing we need is a war between supernaturals and humans again. It gets threatened every handful of decades. I guess we are due for it.

Instead of feeling guilty by Celene's speech, Rebecca chuckled and got up, "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." She stood up and left the room. On her way out of the compound, her phone rang. "Rebecca, I'm afraid things are really going bad over here." M said from the other end of the line. "What do you mean?" Rebecca asked dispiritedly. "The population of Supernaturals in Texas has drastically reduced. Not only are some packs left without an Alpha, witches are also ending up dead every night. And they always have a sword piercing their skull and the letter 'X' tattooed in their eyeballs whenever they are found."

she said as we walked down the hallway. I expected the triplets to head to their room, but they followed us to Hazel’s. When we got there, they sat on my bed while Hazel rummaged through her closet, pulling out a massive book and tossing it onto the floor with a loud thud. She flipped through a few chapters before stopping. “Shapeshifters. They’re the fourth group of supernaturals in Moon fire, but they aren’t very common.” As she said this, we all knelt around the book, looking at the drawings and the information.

She worked alongside human historians, blending her supernatural insights with their scholarly expertise, to piece together the mysteries of the past. During one of her expeditions to a remote island, Seraphina stumbled upon an ancient prophecy engraved on a weathered stone tablet. The prophecy spoke of a hidden realm, accessible only to those with a bloodline as intertwined as hers. It foretold of a powerful artifact that, when combined with the unity of supernaturals and humans, would unleash unimaginable magic upon the world.

The bargain they were talking about must be connected to Shane. The bargain Shane has made earlier has something to do with a child too. "Take Thy Offerings, Fulfill The End Of The Bargain, Goal Shall Be Attained." She's not so smart so she can't really understand it. She just like overthinking or so but... nevermind. "I found something about special people," Damien said before closing the book. He say before Shane while Mara sat across them. "Special people or humans are those who are born blessed with the ability to see or talk to supernatural beings such as grim reapers, demons, angels, and ghosts," Damien explained.

"Every single independent terminal that used to belong to Sovereign Syndicate has officially applied for membership under our merged banner. Jehanna-Blackwell Logistics is officially the largest shipping operator on the coast." I looked across the wide expanse of the harbor. In the distance, dozens of cargo vessels moved smoothly across the glittering blue water, their blue and white hulls bearing the restored emblem of my family's legacy. There were no hidden threats waiting on those ships, no forged documents tucked away in corporate safes, and no corrupt lawyers waiting to pull the rug out from underneath us. For the first time since my rebirth, the heavy weight pressing down on my chest

When he sensed the immense power of an angelic artifact early the next morning, Finnley knew that the day had arrived. Since the ship immediately began shaking due to the fierce waves, several of the girls on board were terrified. Though Mila herself remained calm—and had done her best to keep everything under control—, in the end, she was just a commoner. It was way beyond her power to resist the power of the super angelic artifact, the Soluna Deus Sect’s Celestial Avian…! Shortly after, a massive whirlpool formed, and just like a massive mouth in the ocean, it quickly swallowed the ship and everyone onboard…

I asked, and it was my dad’s turn to sigh. “The conclave?” he said, and I shook my head in confusion, and he sighed again. “The Conclave have reports of supernaturals missing. They are being taken directly from the covens, cabals, courts, clans,” then he looked pointedly at Chase, “and the packs. So it is our business,” and Chase looked down guiltily.

"But none of this makes sense. Why do you need three different shipping companies for one city?" "Because we don't just ship goods," Silas said. He stood up and walked around the desk. He stopped right beside my chair and leaned down, his hand resting on the back of my seat. "We ship security. We ship privacy. In our world, information is just as valuable as blood." He leaned closer, and I felt my skin prickle. Since the night in the bedroom, I felt like my body was on high alert. Every time one of them got near me, my heart started to race.

The article loaded—long, academic, laced with the kind of polished propaganda the administration loved. **The Bloodmate Board: Integration or Control? A Post-Accords Necessity** *Signed in 2031, the Integration Accords weren't just treaties—they were a fragile bridge between worlds. Supernaturals went public after the Swarm War, heroes like Celeste Valentina Morau saving humanity from extinction. But peace came with price tags. Fear. Mistrust. Chaos bubbling under the surface.*