Supernatural Stories Novels & Stories

It’s already planning all the ways I’m going to stretch that pussy out soon. By the end of the day she’s “accidentally” brushed her ass against me twice more. Told me more fake sad stories about her ex. But I can tell there’s something she’s hiding behind those tears. Something dirty. And I want to fuck it out of her.

"Starve our earthly desires. But I propose a different approach....sanctify them. Transform them. Make them holy through proper channels and divine purpose..." His thrusts became slightly harder, and Veronica struggled not to gag as his cock hit the back of her throat. Drool was running down her chin, tears forming in her eyes from the intensity. "When we offer our hungers to God," Henry said, and now there was the slightest strain in his voice, "when we channel our needs through sacred service, they cease to be sinful. They become... sacramental." He pushed deep, holding Veronica's head in place while his cock blocked her airway. She couldn't breathe, couldn't pull away, could only endure w

“After tonight… after seeing that… there’s no point pretending.” I said nothing. He took a shaky breath. “There are others too.” “Others?” “Supernatural beings.” I tilted my head slightly, acting confused. “Like what?” He hesitated. “Wolves. Vampires. Skinwalkers. Fae. Things people don’t believe in.” My wolf bristled. “And you know this how?” I asked evenly. He looked at Bri’s unconscious form. “My family is a part of a group of mortal beings who hunt them.”

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

They were always off in the forests somewhere, training with their new squad. Johnathan wasn’t with me when Haley showed up. Like everyone else, he was preparing for war. More and more supernaturals arrived every day, telling us about the unspeakable violence breaking out all over the place. It wasn’t just the werewolves anymore. They were now going after everyone and everything that wasn’t human, even the nymphs who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Stories and videos started to surface on the internet, showing the glowing nymphs walking into the rivers to bathe, vampires feeding, sirens singing their songs, werewolves shifting…

Chuckling, I nodded my head, "of course." "The supernatural world is real, Clarissa. Those stories you read and write. It is all true... well, most of it. Humans have watered down truths over the generations, but the basics are still valid. Brantley, Antonio, and I; are all supernatural creatures. There are a lot of us out there. Many species are coexisting together." She replied softly, "You are not crazy, Clarissa." "So, what are you? A fire demon or something?" I asked as Alyssa burst into laughter, shaking her head.

) creatures of the wind… I was taught that they’re all evil beings, who hunt humans and torture them just to give in to their sick pleasure. Werewolves, vampires, dragons, and witches: the four most dangerous supernatural creations. All hunters are told the same story from childhood. We were given the honor to be able to hunt them, spy on them, and deal with them. Oh, I almost forgot! My father has a delusion that there will be a hunter who will become, the biggest, the greatest, and the most powerful of all hunters, who can destroy all supernaturals. It sounds crazy, but even crazier is the fact that he believes I’m that hunter…

The demon master appeared sincere. “Your minion called me a Qistina. What does he mean by that?” Alexa asked not wanting to beat around the bush. The sooner she got the information the better. She didn’t want to be in this inferno for a second longer. The demon master sighed rubbing his neck as he thought about her question. “Well, you will have to know about a few other things before I answer that,” he began. “You see, the supernaturals are creatures who hold powers that cannot be understood by the humans, they thrive on power. In this world, power is everything. The strongest and most powerful of all will survive and weakest will perish,” he continued.

Yet, the fear of rejection and the potential harm it could bring gnawed at his heart. He pondered the stories he had heard, the tales of humans falling in love with supernatural beings, transcending barriers and embracing the extraordinary. But each story carried its own risks, its own consequences. The weight of responsibility pressed upon him, a reminder that his actions had the power to shape not only his own fate but also the delicate balance between their worlds.

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.