Supernatural Sign Novels & Stories

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

“You crossed a threshold.” “I crossed a lot of thresholds today,” I said. “Be specific.” “Supernatural assassination protocol,” he replied. “Rare. Expensive. Political.” Malrik leaned against the table, arms braced, jaw tight. “Who signs off on it?” Drayan didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was careful. “No one signs. They imply. Someone high enough to believe consequences won’t reach them.” Silence settled, heavy and deliberate. Gaya broke it. “What does the mark do?”

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

He had been drowning, drinking in huge amounts of lake water, and was about to suffocate. Yet, after choosing the [Yes] option, a surge of warm energy suddenly flowed throughout his body, giving him enough power to escape the deadly situation he was in. With this in mind, the only question left in Gale's mind now was: What was that? As if hearing his thoughts, something suddenly appeared in his vision. It was the same as before—an image of blue text floating in the air in front of him, resembling a pop-up notification on a phone screen. But this time, the text was different.

Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of living supernaturals. Worse, Serena’s eyes glowed with another vision: “They’re adapting… and they’re hunting us specifically now.”

“come on line up and sign your signature. Any mistake I find in the signature you will face the consequences of your actions.” Everyone started to sign the petition sweating and panting. Aaron felt very content with this result. After signing it, they all stood there ready to leave the room. Aaron sat on his chair slightly twirling it around. “oh I must remind you, I am very good at surveilling your countries. Anything weird I hear about one of you I will come for you. I am a superhero. Don’t make me turn into a villain here, okay? Be good and behave,” Aaron gestured for the supers lined up to escort all the world leaders out.

Seth answered with sarcastic calmness. Zane suddenly pointed at the TV screen. "Hey, guys, what's that about?" We all looked at the blue screen as white words started scrolling towards the top from the bottom of the screen, and I immediately regretted not listening to the speech that the president had given earlier. "PARANORMAL AND SUPERNATURAL BEINGS EXIST. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. DEFEND YOURSELVES TO THE FULLEST EXTENT. $1,000 WILL BE PAID FOR EVERY SUPERNATURAL BEING CAPTURED AND BROUGHT IN TO LAW ENFORCEMENT ALIVE. DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK."

She asked and I smirked "Don't you want to go to hell? " "Well.... the gate way to hell is through demon's blood, a demons blood can open the gate way to hell! "I explained simply not going any further Using the demons blood, I drew the sign of the luminatics A circle and a triangle in between I started chanting a spell that would open up the gate Soon, the sign was lighted up with fire and the ground beneath it, went down in flames opening the gateway to hell.....

Vivian explained, seeking confirmation. “No, actually it's not a normal thing for humans to communicate with supernaturals with their minds. Only supernaturals, mostly vampires, have the ability to communicate with humans like this. So yes, this is the first instance of your kind reaching out to my kind that I have heard of or seen," Damian explained. Vivian's excitement turned to worry. "But does that mean I am related to the supernaturals? Am I one of you guys? Is that the reason I'm able to communicate with you using my mind?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Like the memory of light rather than light itself. Eve crouched beside him. Her power reached toward it instinctively...still depleted, still rebuilding, but enough to recognize what it was touching. Supernatural energy. Deliberate, specific. Not a trace left by accident. Left on purpose. "Someone left this intentionally," she said. "Yes," Raphael said from behind her. His voice had gone very even. "That's not residue from passage. The signature's too clean. Too contained." A pause. "It's a marker."