Supernatural Stories Novels & Stories

I never believed in the occult. Not really. Sure, I’d dabbled in tarot cards during college sleepovers, giggling with my roommates as we pretended to commune with spirits over cheap wine and pizza. But that was years ago. Now, at 28, I was a practical woman— a graphic designer in a bustling city, living in a cozy apartment that overlooked the twinkling skyline. My days were filled with deadlines, coffee runs, and the occasional swipe on dating apps, hoping to find someone who could ignite that spark I’d been missing. Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm.

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

She took a long sip from the bottle. “Yes, they do. Your sister found out about me because she saw what I do at her workplace, and Vic, well, you'll understand. Now, time to rip the bandage off. The reason I couldn't tell you anything about what I do is because it relates to what you'd call the supernatural world. Both of my works are considered classified for that reason.” "For real? What do mean by the supernatural world? How?" "Yes, for real. Witches, werewolves, vampires, they're all real. As for the how, well, the answer to that one is well above my paygrade, you need to ask the gods and goddesses about it."

Damon says, and I look at him, nibbling at my tongue nervously. "Look, understand that we are also supernaturals, but you also should understand that we supernatural students are not the only supernatural creatures that exist in this underworld. There are also other supernaturals that roam about every single night, and they are not minors at all. They are those that carry around the ranks of the elderly ones or alphas, and they also roam around at night, picking up anything they can find as victims. If we are not strong and capable enough to defend ourselves and fight back, we might probably end up in their pet residence or probably in their meals." "Okay, enough of the frightening story," I

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

And I definitely needed to consult the cards tonight. I jumped as all of a sudden he appeared in front of me. I knew of vampires existence, just as I knew of wolves, and witches, and a few other supernatural beings. I liked that term, ‘supernatural.’ most people thought of it as things that are otherworldly, but in truth it meant the opposite. We were a natural part of this world far older than humans, and we had a deep connection to the Earth.

mom told me it was a given to us but she never really went into details because I was a child, I should have asked her further “ I pulled her into me again. “ but this? I got it once when Tristan tried to bond with me during the blood moon night , lightning struck and when I woke up I had this” “ Do you know who these supernaturals are? “ I asked, stroking her head gently. “ Leaders, made to rule the wolf's age, but their main leaders were killed so then they ended up stranded because there's a connection that binds us together and without the leaders it can't happen “ She didn't need to talk, I knew who they were. “ Yet I killed them, I don't know how but I killed my parents and I only ha

Lines from the prophecy began to run through my head again. "And sifting through the lies is easier," she continued. "If you have the truth to begin with. That's where I can help you the best. As I've said, it's one of Haven's main purposes." This is what she'd wanted to tell me all along, and I wasn't the only one who leaned forward, eager to hear what she had to say. "Let's start at the beginning," said Dr. Frankler, "Let's talk about how supernaturals came to be."

They all indeed saw her, that she summoned fire with her hands. I recall my grandfather’s stories from when I was a child. The tale of witches, sprites, mages, fae, vampires and even orcs has been a tale in every generation. My men stand around with their hands on their hips, awaiting my next instruction. ‘Do you all recall the tales, as children, about supernatural species that supposedly once roamed the lands of Mysteria?’ I ask my men, swigging the contents of my glass before my squire refills it again.

"I know you probably thought they were just stories, but now you know I wasn't making it all up." Barrington sighs heavily. "They should've listened to me when I told them to lay low. The WVH, good intentions and all, they're just regular folks who got together to hunt supernaturals. But they didn't have what it takes to bring them down, no matter how skilled they were. To really take down a supernatural, you kinda need to have some supernatural power yourself."