Supernatural Snap Novels & Stories

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.

Elliott licked his lips and stammered, “I’m sorry. I…” “SORRY DOESN’T CUT IT,” Nate growled. “GO!” Bonnie felt the world around her spin as she recognized his voice. The animalistic snarl. The urgent order. The fury that drove it. He was the man…the animal…who’d saved her. She stared, dumbstruck. Supernaturals were back. Elliott turned on his heel, shoved his hands in his pants pockets, and left them alone.

I snickered, which came out like snarl in wolf form. The warlock tried all his best to use magic on me, it was futile, I was glad the ritual I did earlier worked perfectly. I jumped on him and bit off his outstretched hand before going straight for his neck. I bit into his neck, cutting off all the life supply in him, I did not get off him until I ensured he was dead.

Fen's eyes burned brighter with each passing hour, his power growing exponentially as he absorbed the alpheno's essence. Finally, as the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, the ritual reached its climax. With a triumphant roar, Fen unleashed a surge of power that swept through the chamber, enveloping Mary Jane and Alfred in a blinding light. Their bodies, once vibrant and full of life, withered and crumbled to dust, leaving behind only their lifeless souls.

Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of living supernaturals. Worse, Serena’s eyes glowed with another vision: “They’re adapting… and they’re hunting us specifically now.”

As Melvin and Marcus came to their senses, they were visibly shaken, staring at him as though they had seen a ghost. "You're surprised, huh?" Marty asked, his tone laced with contempt. "Well, believe it. I'm now a peak transcendent, more than capable of crushing the two of you. And all of this is thanks to Mr. Snow." "That's impossible!" Melvin blurted. Marty scoffed. "There's no such thing as impossible. Mr. Snow's abilities are beyond comprehension. With just a few taps, he opened up my chakras and brought my strength to an entirely new level."

She was supposed to be a vampire but she wasn't, instead she was a witch not just any witch she was a seer. The year her father died she she touched him and she saw his future accidentally. Her powers had just manifested then, and she didn't fully understand what she saw. Or what was happening to her. Hazel didn't want to bother anyone, so she kept it to herself. Even though she was really scared.

“Yes El! Supernaturals are magical creatures, call it poetic or not, they are special, even vampires. They are creatures moved by magic!” “But I—I don’t have magic.” “Uh, yeah, there’s a fucking reason you don’t have magic!” “No, I mean, I’m fully human, I know neither of my parents were supernaturals, no ancestry either and I’m certainly not a witch!” “Then it’s less of a miracle and more of an act of god that you aren’t dead from taking that shit for—fuck, how long?” “…Ten years?...Charlie? Are—are you alright?” I asked worriedly as she just stood there for a few moments, wide eyed and looking like she’d been beamed to the moon.

"The population of Supernaturals in Texas has drastically reduced. Not only are some packs left without an Alpha, witches are also ending up dead every night. And they always have a sword piercing their skull and the letter 'X' tattooed in their eyeballs whenever they are found." M could've said more but he was called by someone so he had to end the call. Rebecca only shrugged the call aside, making a mental note to call back later and headed straight to Raven's compound. Raven had sworn to her she wouldn't make trouble. Now that she had violated the rule, it was only okay to remind her of it. … Meanwhile, in Texas As soon as M got off the phone, a man handed some stack of photos to him. "It

Zoe I blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing the