Supernatural Spanish Novels & Stories

Power crackled through the air, visible to my enhanced senses as silver threads that connected her to the very foundation of our territory's protections. The inscriptions began to glow with a soft, ethereal light that I knew only I and Stephan could see but even at that I knew that every supernatural here could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Only nine supernaturals in the world can recite these spells and without another's company, but this seemingly human girl casually recited them, drawing a reaction from them. How is this even possible?

I can tell by the expression on her face that the truth of her new reality is finally dawning on her. Zoe must hear the panicked tone in her friend's voice because she wraps her arm around her shoulder and calmly replies. “Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.”

"I bet lots of supernaturals heal quickly." "So now you're saying you're not human?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe it's from the spell, the blood magic I did. It advanced my natural healing ability." "What is it you're not telling me?" she asks. As much as I want to share with her, I can't. This is my problem. My Viking ghost. "Nothing. Just feeling a little woozy from everything still. Sorry, I broke your containment circle for the zombie."

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

“ He won't find you here, trust me” ‘“ how do you know that? “ “ I know we've lost our powers and all , but this is still a supernatural land, bound by an ancestral force from the past, anyone with bad intentions can't get past our bond” “ Well that's comforting, “ I smiled. She smiled back and went back to whatever she was doing. I waved at Indila and Khan and went back to the room given to me by Uriel. She sat humming a tune and braiding her hair. I took a seat beside her.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

“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.

“Still keeping with the supernatural theme, and it was actually made in this century.” “Oh! Have you heard of Supernatural?” I perked up. “Big fan.” He grinned. “I mean, Sam, Dean, and Cas… yeah, major slash vibes there. And I’d call Jeffrey Dean Morgan ‘Daddy’ any day of the week.” “Right! So freaking hot. Like my entire sexuality in one cast.” “JDM’s in The Walking Dead.” “I don’t like horror things.” “You’re cool with a high school chick dusting vamps, but not zombies?”

Diana The words hang in the air, heavy and ominous. My tears stop as shock takes over, leaving me feeling numb and disoriented. “Dark… Magic?” I echo, stutteringly. “Wha-“ "It... it actually exists?" I whisper, my voice barely audible. Dominicus's face is grave, his eyes dark with a chilling menace. "Yes”, his jaw clenched tight. My eyes are round as my jaw goes slack with shock. A frown creeps across Dominicus's face. "Tell me," he says carefully, "what do you know about the supernatural world?"

he replied then turned to me and being curious I asked him what the big deal was. “The situation of things here in California is getting out of hand. Before now we didn’t believe in the existence of superhuman creatures but now we have realized that they roam the streets, so we decided to call for people of greater expertise in the supernatural…” While he was still speaking, I felt a sharp cold in my feet as many thoughts crossed my mind. This was not good news. Of course I wanted the deaths in California to seize but this was not how I wanted it to occur. If the existence of immortals is brought to light, then California will be on fire. Above this my greatest fear was who this person they