Supernatural Sign Novels & Stories

“That title is forbidden.” The man bowed his head deeper. “Forbidden… but true.” Malachai’s voice was low. “If they’re hearing it through the Oath, the connection runs through her. The Gate’s pulse must’ve linked every surviving bond.” Lyra’s heartbeat quickened. “Then I’m not just hearing them — they’re hearing me.” The soldier reached into his cloak and placed something on the ground — a fragment of obsidian carved with a sigil that pulsed faintly gold. “The First Sign,” he said. “When the Gate’s light touched the skies, every Crescent saw it. We knew the time had come.”

Astrid's brows furrows as she pondered, "Do supernaturals work as bodyguards for humans?" "Absolutely," Elena replies, "In fact, supernaturals make up more than fifty percent of the security industry. They often keep their true nature hidden, especially when working with human clients. It's a matter of blending in and not drawing unnecessary attention."

In a split second, Caleb's horrific aura erupted up to the horizon, and storm clouds of myriad colors gathered overhead in an instant! It was a Sign! In the main hall, Soless, Martial, Lisa, and Rags all did a double take, sensing the scary aura. They all moved, disappearing from the hall and instantly reappearing again, in the skies above where Caleb was cultivating. Seeing the Sign, everyone was stunned. "Jumping up three sub-ranks and even triggering a Sign?!" Rags blurted. "How much of a freak can he be?!" Rags had lived for countless years but couldn't hide his shock because he had never seen something like this before!

Being a shield figure for Alfa who was destined by the gods certainly has its advantages, are you sure about this matter or did you hear it directly from someone you can trust or how did you know everything in such great detail? “What you say is true, rose Mary. Every guardian for Alfa who is blessed by God has a signature. The four signs are related to each other, namely the signs of the sun, stars, moon and earth. who can beat us. I have an earth sign, and I don't know what mark Elissa has, but I'm sure Elissa knows that she has a mark on her body."

I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster. The soldier in front of me spoke over his shoulder in a hushed tone so that his superiors couldn’t hear. “We’re hunting supernaturals,” he said. “I’m sorry,” I said, meekly. “Do you mean like Superman and Batman? They’re real?” “Where are you from, girl?” the soldier laughed. He was joined by a few others who were close enough to hear. “I wasn’t trying to be funny. I just don’t understand what you mean by supernatural,” I said with a hurt tone.

"Why is that so?" "Not everyone sees them and likes us," said Kyra. "Why so?" Hugo asked. "Because we are special?" "Perhaps," said Kyra. They stopped talking as someone caught the radar from a distance. "Guys, look at this. There were supernaturals near to us," said Raven. Everyone looked at the big screen on the dashboard. Two hooded supernatural just near the gang, and the radar pointed out the building. "Whoa, isn't that what we're looking for, or are they something else?" Damon asked.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

Getting closer, I saw details: torn clothes, bandages over wounds, but eyes alight with determination. And on each of their necks, even from far away by several hundred yards, was the same crescent moon mark I wore. "Impossible," Morwyn gasped against me, her amazement and something very like terror invading her voice. Using my senses, I reached out to feel the power trailing behind the approaching figures. What I learned there took my breath. Their paranormal signatures read as known in a way I couldn't quite define, as welcoming family I'd never known I had.

he asked and I sighed. I then went on to explain how different supernaturals were from supernaturals. We supernaturals have supernaturals that stand higher than us. Werewolves with the abilities to perform magic, some with the abilities to shape shift both into wolves and foxes, those who have the ability to hide their werewolves gene, those who can shoot claws out of different parts of their bodies and not just their finger nails, those whose skin is as tough as steel and many more. These kind of supernaturals don't come to often and from the aura that I perceived around the baby, I knew she was one of us.

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.