Supernatural Snap Novels & Stories

"A smirk made its way on Lilith's face as she stopped. She slowly turned over, with her shoulder, fashioned towards where Calypso stood. "Nice call!" She uttered before her right arm got lifted. She had her finger in the position of a snap. The aura of darkness evolved around her finger and wrist before she let go, thus, with a loud snap that instantly changed the scene. The sound of tension and suspense plays in as Pete was seen again with the other Eira and the person they adopted. To catch little details, sight blurred who it was focused on (Eira and the others) and focused on the room which Calypso was in. It was seen that she vanished from the reality on Lilith's snap.

“Goddammit with this again.” A sinking sensation came to Haldir’s chest as he watched her scratch her nose. Supernaturals don’t become sick as humans do, and whatever was happening had nothing to do with a cold or allergies. “What do you mean again?” She balled her fists and cursed her nose for daring to bother her at a time like this. “Would you fucking stop! It started last night before dinner.” His already pale face drained of all color as she said the words. Even with all their learning, the children were still fresh to the supernatural world and didn’t know ancient folklore’s nuances. “Go get your fucking bags. They’re coming.”

Thankfully, Pops, his sons, Gabe, Snow, and I freed most of them, but a few were still in detainee camps. Those supernaturals who weren't prisoners were used in treacherous ways. Snow defeated Sharra a little over three years ago, and the human realm was just getting back to normal. Sort of. While I loved my best friend and appreciated her need to free all supernaturals, she made things rather difficult for humans. They were entirely blind-sided by the sudden appearance of magical creatures wandering their streets, performing magic in the open, and sucking blood. Gabe spoke with the leaders of the human realm as well as Snow and the leaders of the other supernaturals, and they all came to an

he rasped. A second figure stepped forward, her eyes glowing red. “Then it begins.” “She will come for the others,” the first one said. “And when she does, we’ll be ready.” He grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “The Queen of Supernatural has risen. And soon... she’ll kneel.”

She crashed to the floor, landing on her knees, her body trembling with rage and pain. Hannah's smile grew wider as she gazed at Sheila's helpless form. "You see, I've taken certain... precautions to ensure our little chat remains civil." Hannah's eyes sparkled with malice. "You are trapped in that beautiful circle I've drawn around you. Your supernatural abilities are currently... suppressed. So, you're as human as you can be."

Intrigued, Astrid inquires, "Really? Tell me more?" "Well, you see, supernaturals rarely fall ill, but it doesn't mean they're immune. They can still be victims of accidents, and while speed healing usually kicks in, depending on the severity of organ damage, it doesn't always ensure a flawless healing. Even during childbirth, complications can arise that necessitate urgent surgical intervention." "But the dilemma is—" "Let me guess, their accelerated healing poses a challenge. Cutting their skin open for an extended period becomes tricky, making it daunting to perform surgeries on them," Astrid interjects, catching the gist.

"Back out-" "No, you back off Seb. Are you all happy? The war just begun....your mum has to kneel. Sasha is the queen of all the supernaturals. You just don't defile her and think she will let you go away with it. She has enough connections to wipe us out, us been alive is because of her generosity. We both know the Darc won't condone -" "They are not the Darc-" "Exactly Aiden. They are stronger, they are not the head for no reason. She is the freaking sourde de San for a goddamn reason. You don't know the amount of power- physical power. Powers like fire, air, etc they can will-"

Her shaky hands tried to speed-dial her friends, but in seconds, she was too late. Luke’s bare torso thrashed, his boots kicking helplessly in the air, his hand scratching at the massive claw wrapped tight around his throat. The sound he made wasn’t even human anymore—just wet gurgles choked off by the pressure. The lycan’s claws sank deeper, puncturing skin. Blood slicked down the body, dripping onto the dirt below. His face purpled, eyes bulging, mouth working uselessly for breath. Then came the 'SNAP!' The victim's body went slack. His chin fell to his chest, and the lycan let him dangle there a moment longer as if savoring the kill.

He reaches up and cradles my face gently causing me to turn around and face him. ‘Why are you holding back’ His words vibrating through my head. I was too shocked to understand what had just happened did he just use telepathy on me? Was that even possible? ‘Yes, it is possible but that isn’t all I can do. There’s also this.’ He looked at me before turning to look down at my shirt. The turquoise cotton shirt slowly started to dematerialize before my eyes. The cool breeze against my now exposed stomach and breast lingering as evidence of the now lost shirt.

So she will take advantage of this opportunity to admire the face of a sniper while he is fast asleep in front of her. "Apparently you're not too bad when you sleep, you look more human Mr. sniper," whispered Calistha with a smile. It felt really strange and also amused to admire Aiden's sleeping face like this. She is like a maniac who likes to peek at people. But, this really can not be missed. When else would she be able to see Aiden's peaceful face while sleeping, and not see the man continue to show his flat face.