Supernatural Sign Novels & Stories

One individual was posted directly outside her door. "The two supernatural ones," Lena said to the wolf giving the report. "What are they?" "One witch," he said. "One I cannot place. The signature is off. Similar to what I felt around the sanctuary perimeter after you released the thread at the summit." Lena and I looked at each other. "They are not Purge," she said. "Then what are they," I said. "I do not know yet," she said. "But I know that signature and it is not hostile. It is frightening." She looked at the building. "Something is wrong about this. They are not holding her. They are hiding with her."

The pack members, usually transformed into their wolf forms during this time, felt an irresistible urge to gather in a sacred clearing deep within the forest. Curiosity piqued, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel followed the pack's instinctual call and arrived at the clearing. To their astonishment, they discovered a circle of ancient symbols etched into the ground, pulsating with a vibrant energy. The symbols seemed familiar yet alien, hinting at a forgotten past and long-lost secrets. As they stood in the midst of the enigmatic symbols, a gust of wind swept through the clearing, carrying with it whispers of an ancient prophecy. The words seemed to resonate within their souls, foretelling a great awak

He let that hang as he began listing them off, each word like a forbidden door being opened: “Blood. Gravity. Time. Law. Decay. Dreams. Bone. Memory. Sound. Reality.…” He stopped in front of Thorn, then gestured vaguely around the room. “These aren’t just rare. They’re unnatural. Personal. Dangerous. And beautiful.” Then he looked up, his voice light again—but sharp beneath. “Some call them Arcane Signatures. Others call them Curses.” He turned back to the board, the shimmering sigil collapsing back into nothingness.

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.”

“Feels… unnatural.” Bryan’s gaze narrowed. “It’s holding its breath. Something’s here.” I nodded, drawing on the Warrior’s guidance to calm the quickening rhythm of my heartbeat. My claws flexed beneath my gloves, a subconscious preparation. The sigil wasn’t just a marker. It was a call, a lure, a message carved in the very essence of the forest. Whoever—or whatever—had left it was waiting, and the blood pull was the thread that tied me to them.

Boyd handed over a folded clothe to Logan, who spread it open and read the words written on it. "Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." He muttered. If I was correct, then that meant... 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Rogue supernaturals? A community? What the fuck was going on?!

Razali added. “Anything else?” “I had men sweeping the spot with the Colonel’s men.” ASP Wong said. “According to reports, nothing was found. Not yet.” Colonel stated. I smiled. This was a sign of a supernatural phenomenon where a human accidentally transgresses into the other arena, the non-human dimension, and becomes trapped there. They are therefore unseen by the humans even though they may be physically next to them. “If you look closer, I think the boys must have seen something... or someone.”

“Well, this ought to make Cindy implode. I wonder how long before you have more followers than she does?” A bright spot, at least, just enough to stop the implosion going on inside me. Christian pulled out his phone. “It’s everywhere. Blogs. Supernatural news sites.” “They think you’re a ‘mystery omega from a forgotten bloodline,’” Talia read, snorting. “Wow. Okay. Drama. Not to mention wrong.”

I stared at Lucy as blood dripped from my cut hands onto the ground. Her words filled me with fear. “Gab, you don’t understand how werewolf blood works on humans,” Lucy said. “A werewolf can only use their natural healing power on the same human once in their lifetime.” She looked at Daniel before continuing. “The first time you healed him, your power fixed him and saved his life. But it also changed his body. His blood is now resistant to your healing power, so your magic will no longer work on him.”

They sought clues in ancient texts, deciphered cryptic riddles, and followed whispered tales. Finally, after weeks of tireless searching, they found the final God Supreme soul hidden within the heart of a child, a beacon of innocence amidst the world's darkness. With gentle care, they retrieved the soul, its purity filling them with renewed hope. Reunited at last, the three God Supreme souls pulsed with collective energy, their light illuminating the world once again. Balance was restored, and the realm of the supernatural breathed a collective sigh of relief. The air hung heavy with anticipation as Lady Susan and Ryan stepped into the dimly lit hideout. The flickering torchlight cast long,