Novel & Cerita Supernatural Slash Fiction

"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 wished with all my heart that Lucious hadn’t taken that smile away years ago. I looked back at the hidden bridge that connected the werewolf world to the human world. A wave of homesickness hit me. I didn’t know when I would return, but I prayed I would find my mother soon. Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked deeper into the forest. After a while, the trees began to thin, and a huge, luxurious mansion came into view. It stood right beside the border, like a fortress built between the human world and the werewolf realm.

he asked and I sighed. I then went on to explain how different supernaturals were from supernaturals. We supernaturals have supernaturals that stand higher than us. Werewolves with the abilities to perform magic, some with the abilities to shape shift both into wolves and foxes, those who have the ability to hide their werewolves gene, those who can shoot claws out of different parts of their bodies and not just their finger nails, those whose skin is as tough as steel and many more. These kind of supernaturals don't come to often and from the aura that I perceived around the baby, I knew she was one of us.

[Delilah] I knew he might have been there to bait me the moment I sensed him in that bar three weeks ago. Seeing him here today confirms it. Someone is trying to set me up and they are using this sweet child to trap me. I should have never approached him that night. But a virgin as pure as him is so rare I had to be the first to sample him, to drink from his essence. It had been so long since I had a proper meal, and it didn't hurt that he was also devastatingly beautiful. Angelic almist. My kind cannot resist something so fresh and pure. Whoever put him on my path did so knowing that I would be come weak in his presence, drawn to his inner light. It is in our nature to find, claim, seduce,

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

“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.

The outcome of this supernatural clash would shape the future of Athens – a city at the crossroads of mortal and otherworldly destinies. Amidst the swirling chaos of the supernatural clash in the throne room, Maximus found himself locked in a dance with forces that transcended the mortal realm. The ethereal entities – Umbra, Ignis, and Fulgur – continued their relentless assault, each element vying to subdue the indomitable spirit of the slave turned rebel. Maximus, drawing upon an internal reservoir of strength, deftly maneuvered through the onslaught. His movements, guided by a connection to an unseen power, became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit against the forces of the

“We’re not into this, man!” Naked, the four then proceeded to shock them even more than if they’d tried to fuck them. They shifted with excruciating slowness so that the transformation was it's most terrifying, the sounds of bones cracking and reshaping ricocheting in a horrible cacophony. They stayed somewhere in between wolf and man, standing on two legs. Fear exploded in the gunmen, and the white guy shit his pants. “Oh my God,” he groaned. The Latin guy gripped the wall, eyes darting for an escape. “Holy shit. HOLY SHIT!!! Supernaturals still exist! We’re gonna die! We’re gonna fucking die!”

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

Martha moved closer to him. “Have you seen this place? There are machines everywhere. Most of which I cannot name. And the names—I can’t pronounce them. I work with herbs; I work with werewolves, the supernatural. Shouldn’t I be with Shea? We don’t know what Ichiro is going to turn into.” “A werewolf, it seems like.” Nico had an easy way about him that Martha loved. In times like these, however, she wanted to shake him. She glared at him. “What kind of werewolf?”