Supernatural Slash Fiction Novels & Stories

The truth had to come out, no matter how difficult it may be for her to hear. I took a deep breath, my eyes locking onto hers, "Eden, I need to tell you something. Something that you may find hard to believe." Eden's brows furrowed as she leaned in, her heart racing with anticipation. "Okay, tell me," she said. I let out a sigh, the weight of my world on my shoulders. "I am sure you know that we are not the only ones out there. There are other supernaturals, like vampires, wolves and witches. We also have the deadly hunters and, unfortunately, we've been in a feud with them for generations."

Memories of Rush and Nightshade exterminating the wolves and, after that, every manner of supernatural species. I looked into his eyes as I dissolved the mind link but held my hands tightly to the sides of his head as my eyes flared. "Ex potestate maleficarum tui homicidii, per hoc removeo potestates tuas et te excommunicam de ostio maleficarum!"

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

Hearing them had done the same thing to him. “Sophie—” “I need you.” He groaned into my mouth and rolled us so I was on my back. My tank top and shorts came off fast. His shorts followed. He pushed two fingers into me and found me soaked. “Christ, you’re dripping.” “They won’t stop,” I whispered. “I can still hear her.”

The sky was completely dark now, the northern winter night settling in with a sharp, biting chill. Skylar reached a quiet intersection, and with a mere flicker of intent, the $300,000 USD cash instantly disappeared into her Supernatural Space. She ran a hand over her empty, aching abdomen. Her next priority was clear: a feast, a reward for the small, battered body that had endured the trauma of rebirth and the hours-long walk.

The blood in his body was spraying outward uncontrollably as well. Although he had been trained to have flesh that would never die and had a perverse strength even among the living dead, he was still a person. There was a limit to the amount of blood in his body. No matter how high his cultivation was, he would still die once the blood in his body had dried up. "Is… is this Wind Slash?" The words echoed in Arden's mind. Wind Slash was a mystic spell that was used specifically against the demonic sects and the zombie sects. Even his mentor would be almost sure to die if he were struck by Wind Slash!

As for now, I’m relieved that all my loved ones are alive. *** My feelings didn’t fail me. We won. The evil is finally contained. There are plans to change the whole system, they want to build a better world where there is no slavery, no injustice, and no iniquity. There are plans to make werewolves, vampires, and witches live together in the same empires. They want to build a world that accepts differences and welcomes gifted humans.

Damon muttered as he fixed his gaze on my arm, I followed his gaze as I sighted the unbelievable, the wound on my arm fused together, slowly merging and soon it all closed up, there wasn't a single scratch "Oh my God, this is not real!!! It's not real!" I muttered, closing my eyes as I muttered indecently "You are not a student anymore Liam..... " He said, slightly pausing as he stared at me, I held a confused gaze, waiting for him to speak "You are now a Supernatural!!" He finally completed his words and I heaved in frustration, I never wanted this, I don't!! "Isn't there any way you can cure this, I don't want this!" I muttered, he frown his brows as he stood from the bed

I hoped to gauge how honest he was based on how he responded to a direct question about his nature. Salem smiled, and walked towards a mural displaying other beautiful men and women, flying through night clouds with wings like his own. One of the creatures hovered over a man sleeping in his bed. Another hovered over a woman. “I’m an incubus,” said Salem. “The women of my kind are called succubi, and we call our species as a whole lilitu. We are demons . . . I won’t lie about that. But we don’t need to drink blood to live, as vampires like Mr. Cillian do. We do, however, share their sensitivity to sunlight . . . which brings us to the great change before us.”

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest