Supernatural Slash Fiction Novels & Stories

That difference hurt. “I do not love Cathy.” His voice spread warmth in her heart. “Catherine, I am a Dark Fae. I have used Majyk with evil intention before. Yet I want to be one with your light. May I take you tonight?” Zion and Gunther were giving her space to speak with Silas, and she appreciated it. Catherine hoped to speak one on one with Silas, but she never expected this. He was slow, cautious as he leaned over her, and his almost feminine features leaned closer, his black hair creating a barrier to the sands of the beach. Despite the heat in his beautifully colored eyes, his touch was still cool, something that heated her body even more. Zion was hot, Gunther was mild, and Silas was

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

“All Supernatural creatures have a soulmate. The second half of their soul belongs to them. Soulmates are given to us by fate and destiny. Even demons have a soulmate. Depending on what kind of supernatural you are— there are various ways you can tell who your mate is or how you will meet. For example, Nevaeh is a Nephilim and dreamt of Mikhail before she met him. Mikhail is a hybrid, which means he’s half-angel and half-demon. Angels dream of their mates, and demons tend to lose control of their demon selves slowly. Their bodies become more uncontrollable and violent. We’re definitely more volatile. Vampires are basically the same. They crave more blood, and wolves can smell their mates. Th

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

She never told me anything, but I saw it in her eyes—the way something inside her was slowly breaking, piece by piece. Then one night, he came home drunk—worse than usual. Careless. And that was the night everything changed. He'd fucked my sister without a condom and just a few weeks later, April found out she was pregnant. Before we could even begin to understand what that meant, fate twisted the knife one more time. Our stepfather died in a car accident, leaving behind a mess he’d never have to face. A month later after his death, my sister went into labor. I remember holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay—even though I didn’t believe it myself. I remember the screams. The

“After tonight… after seeing that… there’s no point pretending.” I said nothing. He took a shaky breath. “There are others too.” “Others?” “Supernatural beings.” I tilted my head slightly, acting confused. “Like what?” He hesitated. “Wolves. Vampires. Skinwalkers. Fae. Things people don’t believe in.” My wolf bristled. “And you know this how?” I asked evenly. He looked at Bri’s unconscious form. “My family is a part of a group of mortal beings who hunt them.”

Each word is a blade carving into the walls I’ve tried so hard to keep standing. I can feel Cain’s presence at my back, the heat of him, the heavy weight of his gaze as he listens to every humiliating second. It makes me want to crawl out of my own skin, to vanish into the cracks in the floor, to scream. Because Mark knew what I was. What I am. A supernatural. A hybrid. A deserter of Blackthorn.

I didn’t know what was waiting for me, but it was definitely not a piece of good news. “Your father and your late brothers were sick and cruel humans. Sometimes we hunters torture or behave really cruel toward other supernatural creatures. That’s a part of the job, and I’m not ashamed of it because that’s how things work. But never ever in our life, we have used woman or children or innocent creature to torture them.” “All supernatural creatures are paired with their soulmate. Your father had a habit of targeting the female creatures to torture her male more, and if that not used to be enough then sometimes he used to … umm..”

"I bet lots of supernaturals heal quickly." "So now you're saying you're not human?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe it's from the spell, the blood magic I did. It advanced my natural healing ability." "What is it you're not telling me?" she asks. As much as I want to share with her, I can't. This is my problem. My Viking ghost. "Nothing. Just feeling a little woozy from everything still. Sorry, I broke your containment circle for the zombie."

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.”