Supernatural Spanish Novels & Stories

he stated shaking his head. "Also, I do have a wife, her name is Amelia" he stated almost dreamy like causing me to giggle. "Well, Im glad your a little normal" I stated, after a few more minutes he lets go of my hand and I see part of a branch laying on the table while Elizabeth wraps up my foot. "So what do you mean by supernatural" I asked again. "Well, there's five kinds" Elizabeth stated "demons, vampires, witches, angels like myself and" but before she could finish she was cut off.

Lesia muttered, “Legend goes that Morgott created three Supernatural Powers. The Soul Consuming Spell is one of them. “It’s a spell that is much more terrifying than your Curse Magic. The spell is cast on one’s soul, gradually eating them up.” James took a deep breath and asked, “How do I dispel it?” Lesia looked at the unconscious Hetsema and sighed, “There isn’t a way to dispel it. We can only suppress it for now. Fortunately, he had only just begun cultivating it.” James asked, “How do we suppress it?” As soon as Lesia raised her hand, a red light enveloped Hetsema and teleported him into the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. A slightly terrifying burst of black light emerged from James’ gloves.

she warned “Why would he want to tear my dress?” I asked in confusion “He is Spanish, No?” I nodded wondering how that had to do with anything “They are creatures of passion, darling and he is going to want to destroy your pussy maybe even make sure you never get fucked by another man ever again” That sounded extremely scary and at the same time very thrilling and I could feel my core clench in the anticipation of the night

“Can’t you just do whatever you did before to make your injuries go away?” “I called on a friend to come heal me. I can’t call on him twice in one day it would be too risky. Besides, this injury isn’t as bad,” she explains calmly. “Why don’t you just heal yourself then?” “Makkares can’t heal themselves. There are just some things our magic can’t do,” she tells me. Sometimes I forget that supernaturals have completely different names for themselves than what we call them. I’m used to calling them brujas, or witches, but they seem to call themselves makkares. I never actually asked about that. All that torturing my brother loves to do and he never bothered to ask either.

I asked. He looked at me, taken aback by my question, as if not expecting it. "Of course he said, did you think werewolves were the only supernatural alive" his voice, a deep rumble ending in a chuckle. Wow, my eyes widened. "What other supernaturals are there?" I asked. "Well, there are the fae, the spirits, the ancient trees, just like you saw, the changelings, the seers, there are even some humans with special abilities that can access the supernatural," he said.

I asked. Surprisingly and thankfully, he glanced at me. I was worried for a bit that he found the book more interesting than someone in his bedroom. Okay, that came out wrong. I internally winced. "Fernando Santos," he said. I gave him the most disbelieving stare he had ever witnessed. "What?" He raised an eyebrow. "You've never seen a Spanish werewolf?" "Yeah, your accent is highly convincing." The sarcasm that laced my tone was obvious to him.

“Selena had dug into it centuries ago when we found you and wanted to know more about you when she was trying to convince you to turn when you were the way you were.” “Yeah well I want to know more about it, I don’t want to go at this blind,” Jayden said turning his attention outside. “I want to know more about the other supernaturals, and what they are capable of, we don’t need to be caught off guard. We have to be prepared to fight because we all know they are going to fight us because of the wars.”

“Usually, use of Forbidden Majyks takes the life of the caster. This could be a side effect of that, too. It’s such a strange situation, but I promise your secret is safe with me.” Silas’s eyes narrowed at the doctor, and he could feel the air growing tense and cold around Gunther and Zion. At first, the doctor only stared at them in confusion as they explained Catherine’s situation. Now, he acted like a wise doctor, with countless years of experience despite Forbidden Majyk being an unknown field. Even experts were outcast from society, specifically because of how evil those spells are, so it was often a study left to nomads. Nomads who could disappear on a whim, and often gave way to madne

I am not human. No, for unknown reasons and confusion beyond my comprehension, I have become something else. It is no longer a matter of being outcasted from this world, but hunted by my family. As the enemy .