Supernatural Spanish Novels & Stories

Juan asked confusingly as she wanted to get some answers from the stranger. The woman smiled wryly seeing that Juan had no clue about a single thing and this was just infuriating but since she had received something that was of great importance to her, she decided to tell Juan about everything. “I am going to talk about it once and if you don’t listen then it is not my fault,” the woman warned, and like a rattle drum, Juan nodded her head. According to this stranger, this world had supernatural beings; there were immortals like the strange woman and her Juan, vampires who were the knights of the dark, demons who were a bit complicated depending on the individual, witches, and wizards, and la

#Locator spells# #Los Angeles# #Supernaturals# You have embarked on a suicide mission and if you don't show yourself, I will rip you into shred. ♥Elena's POV♥ Cedric is not just some ancient original vampire who is the king of Los Angeles, he has a reputation of being wild, vicious, and most times irrational.

Lestat said, wondering if he should tell her the truth; that he knew all along. “I don’t know,” Jessica said. “So, you know about vampires and the supernatural world?” “I do. The varsity is full of them. I don’t know who they are, but I know that the supernatural higher council is where the ruins of the old Pirelli castle are,” Lestat said. “How do you know all this?” Jessica questioned. “I, well,” Lestat started but didn’t know what to tell her. ‘My mother is going to be various,’ he thought.

I ask. "Supernaturals is the biological and physical science of our species. We learn about our abilities, strengths, and weaknesses," Sara replies. "Well then, this should be fun." After finishing breakfast, Sara, William, Kira, and Sean head to our next class. We arrive early and each take a seat. As the minutes go by, the room slowly gets occupied as more students arrive.

Astrid's brows furrows as she pondered, "Do supernaturals work as bodyguards for humans?" "Absolutely," Elena replies, "In fact, supernaturals make up more than fifty percent of the security industry. They often keep their true nature hidden, especially when working with human clients. It's a matter of blending in and not drawing unnecessary attention."

Solana growled silently. “Was I supposed to take a fox’s word?! Damn it!” “Solana! Nerissa!” A familiar voice was calling for their name. It was Solana’s two other betas. They were running with the wind, Solana could feel their emotions, they were almost uncertain of what to feel. “Damian! Juls! Hurry up!” Solana shouted. They were gasping for air when they were reunited with their Alpha. Supernaturals don’t gasp for air, but they would if two big bad foxes were after them.

I say, and there is shouts of happiness, but Alex and his mother are silent. "Your spells," Selena starts and I don't look at her, cleaning the blood from my eyes, and nose, I really stretched my self, but for a first time spell, pretty epic. "I couldn't understand it, but it felt it was in different languages." "Yeah, like you were dabbling between all of it." Blu says, and I stare at her. "Latin, Greek and Czech." I say, and their eyes widen. "You know how to speak all that?" Alex says

She may have not touched those people, but she was sure they were breathing fine. Even if they were a little abnormal, how can they be dead? His words were ridiculous, not making any sense. But in this world, nothing was impossible either. Supernatural beings, magic, mana, powers, and everything that one may call, exist. " I don't know for sure what it is, but many people are being enchanted by this evil spell, if left unguarded, they can kill others and make them like themselves ", Jack spoke in a serious voice.

I can’t organize the thoughts swirling around my mind, much less narrow them down into a single statement or a question. Madam Mara seems to have interpreted my silence as denial or disbelief, because her hands tighten around my arms. “He is not human. He is like one of them.” “One of them?” I ask at last my voice a mere croak. “One of us?” Her mouth clamps shut. “What do you mean?” “I’m one of them too,” I tell her in a soft voice, easing her hands off my arms. “I’m a Supernatural.” “I-I know that,” she stammers, her chin quivering. She grips me again, and this time she’s pulling me closer towards her like she’s using my body for support. “But Elora . . . he is different. He is evil.”

"We are needed at the base. " Seraphina's facial expression turned serious. She sat up straighter, her hands curling into a fist again. Her face contorted. The first thought that slammed into her mind was— demons. They were multiplying, scattering across the city in ways The Order hadn't predicted. Maybe another place the nestted have been discovered. She was about to say something when Amara interrupted. "And before you think it's the demons, no, it's not." Seraphina exhaled. "It's something about the Supernaturals —another specie — the lycanthropes."