Supernatural Slash Fiction Novels & Stories

Amara mutters kindly. Amara and I are not close friends, but I have hung out with her and the others in the past. Once a month, Zoe would have a girls’ night where she’d invite some of Azazel’s friends’ mates. It allowed us to hang out without the guys around. All of the women are a different supernatural species. We already know that Zoe is a siren; my sister is descended from oracles, Nevaeh is a Nephilim, Jules is a hunter, and Amara is a Breija. I guess it can be a little intimidating to be around so many powerful women. But none of them act like jerks. In fact, they’re all pretty sweet. Lucifer steps forward and faces the couple. Amara gapes for a moment, making me realize that she migh

Damian takes the wheel. I cross the thirty feet of concrete in a blur of supernatural speed. The human doesn't even have time to blink, let alone scream. I don't bother shifting; I just let my claws erupt from my fingertips. I grab him by the back of the head, wrench him backward, and slash. His throat is ripped completely open in one fluid, savage motion. He collapses to the filthy floor, a look of absolute, gurgling shock frozen on his face as his blood pools around my boots.

“Sylvia was successfully turned yesterday.You are no longer useful now. So why don’t you die now?” He stared at me coldly. And drove a cross into my throat. At some point, I had already lost the speed and strength of a vampire. I could only watch as everything before me blurred away. “It was your disgusting love that ruined my life with Sylvia.” He whispered to me. “Do not be afraid.Your parents will soon join you.They will not escape either.” After my death, he successfully inherited his family’s wealth and power. He framed my family. My entire clan was slaughtered.

Charged. “Rule one,” Dante said, leaning against the wall. “You don’t tell anyone what you saw.” “Rule two,” Kai added, eyes locked on her, “you don’t wander the city alone at night anymore.” She scoffed. “You can’t control where I go.” Lennox stepped closer. This time, too close. “We can. Because now they can smell you.” Her breath hitched. “Who’s they?” “All of them,” he said softly. “Rival packs. Rogues. Predators who would tear you apart just to see what happens when a human bleeds under a full moon.”

Her voice cracks, the last word spat like a challenge or perhaps a prayer. She thinks of the stories in the group chats and the cautionary tales whispered in Omega support groups: bright, ambitious girls who show up at freshman orientation, only to vanish midway through the first semester. Some reappear years later, glazed-eyed and pliant, their academic dreams replaced by a different kind of purpose. Most don’t come back at all. Lyric's mother warned her every summer—never trust an Alpha in a confined space, never fall asleep with the door unlocked, never believe that your bond is stronger than your ambition. But no warning or suppressant regimen could have prepared her for the reality of i

Samantha’s scream tore through the clearing. The pain intensified—searing white-hot through her chest, her limbs, her skull. She collapsed fully to the ground, her fingers digging into the soil. Her body arched, and a snarl—inhuman and raw—escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back. The world around her flickered. She saw shadows—wolves with glowing eyes, stars tumbling from the heavens, rivers of silver blood, a forest on fire—and a boy with mismatched eyes whispering: “We miss you, sister.”

The dark veins on her neck moved slightly with her pulse. -- Lucian had left three boxes of books stacked against the far wall of the main room and I opened the first one and started reading and did not stop for hours. Most of it was terrifying in the specific way that information is terrifying when it confirms the worst thing you were already afraid of. Soul possession through blood magic. The host soul weakens incrementally with each surfacing of the invading consciousness. Over time the host's grip on their own body becomes unreliable, then intermittent, then absent. The invader does not kill the host. They simply crowd them out, slowly, until there is nothing of the original person left

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

I murmur, my hand shaking slightly as I trace a finger along a passage of text. For humans, the world shall lose all light. Immersed in the shadows of perpetual dusk, they will struggle to find their way. The supernaturals, with power untold, face a destiny that is yet foretold. The twilight unveils strength and strife. A test that threatens their existence and can end their life.

Probably even create a new type. "How many times has he done this?" I ask, drinking a little from the glass. "Disappearing like this? What did you mean by over the edge?" "On those days when we let the darkness take over, when we go on a murderous rampage, it's not something a cozy bed and a hot bath can fix. Sinclair's Lycan has an insatiable thirst for blood. When he succumbs to it, it's a battle to reclaim his sanity. He won't come back to you until he's certain he won't tear you apart if you snuck up on him."