Supernatural Spanish Novels & Stories

I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked.

"So you ended with Satan's fall." Veronica was silent for a while, reading parts of the book. She then slammed it back down on the table. "You're right, that's boring." the demon said, "You got to only learn the cool, practical things. Like...hey, did you know Haneul and Alice are speaking in Korean, Li Jie is speaking Chinese, and I'm speaking Spanish, but we somehow can still understand each other?" "What?" Tina paused at that. "Yep." Veronica confirmed, "Anyone with souls beyond the fourth dimension is not bound by reality's language constraints. Much of our conversation is brought on silently by our consciousness."

“I assure you I’m not, Dr Jin.” “Don’t call me Supernatural Professor. Just call me Ant. Everyone calls me that.” I asserted. I tried to ascertain the speaker’s identity, but the sunlight behind the figure made it hard for me to make out his facial features. I stood up to get a better view but he continued. “Some call you the Bridge. The Bridge to the other worlds.” I winced at that description written by Singapore Global, a journalistic social site with over a million subscribers. It was an inconvenient overstatement, one of the causes of unnecessary public attention.

For everyone wondering, here are the translations: Magia elemental – Elemental magic La historia de la magia – The history of magic Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana – A testimony of the witch-hunt in Spain Guía de brujas – Witch guide Libro de encantamientos – Book of spells Libro de los Muertos – Book of the dead Leyadas mágicas – Magical legends

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

I got so much excitement right now. I see this monster of a mum enter and I can see the murderous glint in her eyes. She doesn't know that she can't sense me but I can. She tries to enter the barrier but gets zapped. Hahahaha she yelps like the dog she is. I read her mind and I see she is very close to the truth. She knows. Am ready for her but I have to ready my human too. Now y'all are probably Wondering why my spanish vanished all of a sudden.

a witch, Hermione, says gesturing to the troop of pale-skinned zombie-looking beings that surround the entire space. “Are these all of them?” “Yes, for New York. They were scattered all across the city but we gathered and spelled them to this vicinity.” “Did you say in New York? Like are they elsewhere besides here?” “Yes Luna, they are a handful scattered only in locations where other supernatural are based, Chicago, Spain, Portugal, China, Egypt, England, and a few more. They seem to be ten times the number here than over there,” she says, surprising me. I always knew that the supernaturals were much more than the ones based in New York, but I didn’t know they are that scattered around the

Just another day in the supernatural community. Just another day in paradise.

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.”

The echoes of distant howls and the clash of weapons reverberated through the air, signaling the escalation of hostilities that tore at the fabric of the supernatural realms. Seraphina, with Adrian's note clutched tightly in her hand, stood on the threshold of the birthing sanctuary. The invincible threads, though resilient, seemed to vibrate with the tremors of conflict that echoed from afar. The birthing sanctuary, once a sanctuary of dreams, now faced the harsh reality of a world torn asunder.