Supernatural Stories Novels & Stories

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

“It will give you some context for this part of your heritage.” I nod, taking a deep breath as I prepare to go on this new journey of self-discovery and understanding. As I turn the pages of the ancient tome, Auntie Skyler and Uncle Apollo stand beside me, offering guidance and support. I learn about the myths and legends surrounding vampires, werewolves, and demons, each story more fascinating than the last. I find myself drawn to the tales of vampires, their immortality and supernatural abilities that seem like they could be part of the life I never knew I had.

A warmth spreads through me just thinking of it. With a sigh, opening my eyes looking around the room. I decided to go to the left. If I remember correctly, it is where the myths and legends are located. Some would say that all they are is stories to inspire little one’s imagination. Not for us though, not in the Supernatural world. These are our stories about what has happened in the past. What magic is still out in the world. Only a select few Humans are allowed into our world. It is our job to make sure they are safe from Supernatural’s and all others.

Briar babbled. “Briar, you are a rare, special person with an important destiny. Your parents never mentioned this at any point while you were growing up?” Misha asked again. ‘Got cha!’ Misha thought, slamming the trap shut. “Briar, do you believe in the supernatural?” she asked. “Supernatural? Like vampires, ghosts, and werewolves? That kind of supernatural?” Briar asked, getting annoyed with the game of do you believe. “Werewolves are real, ancient, and lethal.” She started, but Briar cut her off.

I have been taught to master my powers to serve the greater good. I had so many untold encounters with the spirits and supernatural beings from the other worlds, and that day with the Colonel, I had a feeling I would add another chapter to those chronicles.

She replied back. "What is an American doing here? From what mama said you seem to be lost. It's common to see immigrants here in my country." Oswald sits down beside her while his mother took care of his bag. Iris is contemplating whether to tell him about the Supernatural world. What if they don't know anything about it? That would make her a weirdo for telling weird stories. Medicia reminded her before that the human world does not know they exist. Well the human rogues are an exception. They are trying their best to make people believe that horrifying creatures such as werewolves, vampires and dryads exist.

She furthered, her interest obviously piqued. "Mostly myths and legends, religious texts and books, many Latin books from past times," I replied honestly because it wasn't odd for mortals to be fascinated by that sort of thing. Mortals always searched for ways to further their knowledge about things they did not fully understand. Things like God, the Devil, Angels, Demons, the supernatural in general piqued the interest of many humans.

So this isn't his first rodeo. "I think I'm an alright person. It depends on who you ask, though." I give him a little wink, and he laughs, "How many of these have you been to?" "This is my sixteenth time attending." Wow. I don't know why I expected a lower number. "So, you've met quite a few humans then, huh? I've never met a supernatural." He cringes. "We do not like being called *supernaturals*. We prefer being called *mystical*. Supernatural suggests we are abnormal, and it desensitizes us. We are just as natural as mortal beings." I feel embarrassed.

He looks at the book that is open in his hand and then places it on the desk before picking up another one and then saying, 'Okay, I have narrowed it down to 2 species of supernaturals... The first is the Fae. Now I know they are meant to be extinct, but there have been a few rumours going around that maybe one or two survived, but there are no purebreds anymore..." "And what is the other one?" "Okay..." He puts that book down and searches in amongst the other open books until he finds a closed book but it has small pieces of paper coming out of a few different pages. He opens the book to one of the pages with the paper inserted and then continues,