Supernatural Snap Novels & Stories

Other supernaturals ran to save them. In the midst of it all, she saw Alexandra. The only supernatural without a saviour. Eleanor pushed off of Anthony and with the last of her strength, ran towards Alexandra. She heard shouts behind her, but she couldn't let Alexandra die. Not like this. Conjuring up a sword, she severed the head of the beast that held unto Alexandra. Out the corner of her eye, Eleanor saw Alexandra scramble up. Huffing and trying to stop her knees from buckling, Eleanor tiredly turned-

“Have any of you seen such creatures or heard of any attacking humans?” Mathias pulls out a file and hands it to me. “One of my hackers did some digging into police records and found a handful of suspicious human attacks that might be supernaturally related. We made sure to sort any inconsistencies, and these stood out the most. One of the humans claims that her roommate was seduced by a snake-like creature who presented a man’s visage. She says that her friend met him at a local bar and took him home after. She didn’t make anything of it because her friend always picked up unknown men. That is until she got home and found the demon gorging on her roommate’s intestines. As soon as the demon

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”

"I have a lucky streak! I'm the real good luck charm! Come to me, all of you! Need a project? Want to get rich? All I have to do is nod, and the contracts come flying on their own. One puff from me and money falls right out of the sky. Come on! Worship me!" It was Daniel. His hair was a mess, and his hospital gown was hanging crooked. Instead of his usual shrewdness or pretense, his face carried only madness. I stopped in my tracks. As if sensing something, he suddenly whipped his head around. The moment his murky eyes landed on my face, they ignited with terrifying hatred. Without warning, he grabbed a dead branch off the ground and lunged toward me at full speed. "I'm going to kill you for

he snaps. He shifts before he even hits the tarmac. The bones in his spine snap and crack, expanding into the massive, dark shape of his lycan. He does not hesitate. He flings his entire weight forward, launching straight through the sheet of orange flames. The heat blasts against my face, forcing me to take two steps back onto the kerb. Then the scream hits me. It is not Luka. It is Betty, blasting directly into the back of my skull through the mind link. It is a high, piercing sound of pure agony that makes my knees buckle.

I said, but I was looking at her instead of the lights. "You seem tense," Sophia said, her hand coming to rest on my lower back. "Want to tell me what's wrong?" "Adrian's ex showed up," I said, and hated how petulant I sounded. "Some guy named Dominic who apparently owns half our company." "And that bothers you why?" Sophia asked, her hand sliding higher under my shirt. "It doesn't," I lied. "I just don't like surprises." "I love surprises," Sophia whispered, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. "Especially the kind that involve you."

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch w

Director Hale emerges from hiding after four years. He's older, grayer, and clearly unwell. But his eyes still burn with fanatic conviction. "I've been watching," he says in a video released to select media. "Watching supernaturals corrupt human society, watching children like Connor and Elena Silverclaw grow up thinking they're human. But they're not. And it's time humanity remembered that." The video shows footage of Connor and Elena at school, at home, living their lives. It's been taken surreptitiously, stalker-style.

I’m average height at five-five, but Zane is at least a head or so taller than me. Tomorrow our little bliss ends as we go to the city. Somehow supernatural drugs are being given to humans. Supernatural drugs are much stronger and deadly to humans. All over there are just random spikes of drug overdoses. It’s to the point that the human authorities are getting involved, and the last thing we need is a war between supernaturals and humans again. It gets threatened every handful of decades. I guess we are due for it.