Supernatural Sign Novels & Stories

I said again and felt stupid because that’s all I kept saying. “Give me your thumb and I’ll make a small incision, once there is blood just press your thumb down on the bottom of the document. Supernatural beings like us will be able to sense that you are a familiar and you’ll be able to sense supernatural beings around you as well,” she said. I extended my hand to her and she made a small painless cut on my thumb and I pressed it down on the paper. I looked at my thumbprint as the blood seemed to seep into the paper and then disappear altogether.

I land on his lap with a bounce, and I squeal to the amusement of the other wolves around us. Absently, I began reading the posters on the walls of the train car. Much like the supanet, they are advertising services and products intended for supernatural use. The most mundane sign I see is one for a divorce lawyer, but even that was targeted at wolf society, promising a clean break from “mate bonds and shared property.” My eyes rest on a sign that shows a glowing family of witches, each one with large, smiling faces trying too hard to seem happy in a way that feels flat and artificial.

"We are needed at the base. " Seraphina's facial expression turned serious. She sat up straighter, her hands curling into a fist again. Her face contorted. The first thought that slammed into her mind was— demons. They were multiplying, scattering across the city in ways The Order hadn't predicted. Maybe another place the nestted have been discovered. She was about to say something when Amara interrupted. "And before you think it's the demons, no, it's not." Seraphina exhaled. "It's something about the Supernaturals —another specie — the lycanthropes."

The battlefield, bathed in moonlight, became a crucible where destinies clashed, and the outcome of the war hung in the balance. Dylan, the orchestrator of vampiric power, raised his hand, signaling the commencement of the supernatural display. The night erupted into a kaleidoscope of dark energies, each elder channeling their unique abilities into the maelstrom. Silas, drawing upon his centuries-old expertise, sought to decipher the nature of the impending onslaught.

It became increasingly evident that the threads of destiny, once thought to be woven into a tapestry of unity, were also entwined with a complex web of consequences. One fateful night, under the full moon's luminous glow, the prophecy's fulfillment began to unfold. Whispers of ancient forces and cosmic alignments echoed through the supernatural world. The hybrid child, with a sense of inevitability, found themselves drawn to the birthing sanctuary—the very place where their parents, Adrian and Seraphina, had defied the norms of their species. In the sanctuary's hallowed grounds, the child experienced a surge of power, an energy that resonated with the echoes of prophecy. The air crackled wit

She continued to explain how ANTI was so dangerous that it was literally impossible to fight them because they had special devices that could kill even the most powerful Supernaturals. “Well, let's assume they can't be fought, how on Earth will they know if someone is a Supernatural? It's not like it's written on our forehead or that we can't pass as humans.” She laughed and shook her head, genuinely surprised that I was so ignorant. “We are talking about an agency that has billions at its disposal and the full backing of multiple governments...they are capable of doing the impossible.”

“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!

I roll onto my feet and bear my teeth in a sign of caution. We stare at one another, ready for someone to simply make a move and that declaration of either war or peace. And then there's a crack from his body. Sage's entire body twists form; long hairs of the wolf receding as flesh grows back. Cries bellow from his chest, and I know that he is Changing. Confusion runs through me, why would he allow himself to become so vulnerable? I step back in panic. What if I can't fight the urge to