Supernatural Sign Novels & Stories

The year I was at my most starry-eyed, I gave up my chance to study overseas. Over my parents' furious objections I married my boyfriend and took in the abandoned baby he'd picked up off the side of the road. From that day on I poured everything I had into that household and into raising that child. Thirty years of it. And just when our son was grown and settled and I thought I might finally get to breathe, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The treatment cost a fortune. I was about to reassure my husband and my son that I had the money. Instead, they got angry. "What do you mean, your money? That's this family's money. This disease is a bottomless pit. You could throw everything

"At first we didn't really take notice of these signs. To us, the universe was merely rejoicing because of the birth of its child. We weren't entirely correct. The signs were so much more than that. They held the secrets of the Supremes. After millions of years of studying these oddities, we noticed something. Each strange event, was but a depiction of what the Supreme would be capable of doing when he/she matured. The sun that shone even in the night without ceasing and the relentless rain that appeared on the birth of the first Supreme was an indication of the elements she would freely manipulate upon maturity- water and light. Several more years were spent studying the phenomena that prec

A heavy tome sat open on a pedestal in the center of the room. Lucan walked to it, flipped the page gently, and stepped aside. “This,” he said, tapping the parchment, “is a soul-bind sigil.” Seraphina stepped closer. Her breath caught. It was the same symbol on her wrist. A spiral wrapped in jagged lines, marked in thick black ink. “The person who carries this,” Lucan continued, “has been marked across lifetimes. It’s not a temporary spell. It doesn’t fade. It attaches to the soul.”

I told him about how I found everyone I was looking for. “The weird thing is that I had many supernaturals come to find me. They asked if what the two of us were doing is true and when I told them yes they just gave me their DNA and blood.” I tell him. “Yeah, I have had a handful just randomly show up the last week and do the same thing. Seems like what we are doing is spreading around the supernatural community.” He explains. “I just hope that the conspirators don't find out,” I comment.

"Is it the kind of something that requires me to punch a cosmic entity, or the kind that requires me to sign paperwork?" "Neither. It is the kind that makes me want to crawl under my desk and pretend I am in a different profession." She pulled up a holographic display. "The baby Utterance's song has been stable for seventy-two hours. The Absence is resting at twenty-six percent. The First Dreamer is dormant at ninety-nine point nine. All good. All expected." "But?" "But the Supernatural Ledger's deep architecture is showing micro-transactions that do not correspond to any known entity. Tiny. Barely detectable. Like someone testing a lock with a pick so thin you can barely hear the scratching

Zoe I blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing the

She felt the vibration of the Anomalous Chord within her, a restless energy that wanted to be released. "He’s counting on the 'Magic Shock' of the final signing to be the carrier wave," she realized. "The moment the world sees the humans and supernaturals shake hands, that’s when he’ll strike. It’s the highest emotional peak." Xander looked at his brothers and sister. They were the most powerful unit on the planet, a bridge built of blood and magic.

But how it had been years and not once had I been drawn to her before. Could it be possible that my mark was already activated by her had I crossed paths with her recently within the past few days without knowing. Impossible I was drunk with an overwhelming need to be near her after her brushing against me there was no way that I wouldn’t have noticed coming in contact with her before today maybe it was Enki trying to guide me toward her. “Mecca” “Selena Stone still hasn’t reached her final destination it seems she may possibly be running errands.”

“But that’s not all.” He touched a different part of the map, near where Redwood Grove’s border faded “There’s another signature forming here.” Lucian stepped closer. “Another sigil?” “No,” Soren said. “A summoning. Someone—some thing—is pulling energy toward them. And it’s not us.” I looked at the map And the two points connected like a split path One of fire One of silver And my heart beat faster Because I already knew Soon, I’d have to choose which one to walk

she offers, though we both know the mark on her neck tells its own story. I shake my head, pulling my shirt over my head. "It's not just about the physical evidence, Serena. It's about what he'll sense." I pause, struggling to explain. "Supernatural beings can detect these things. The change in our energy, the alteration in our scents. He'll know something fundamental has shifted between us."