Supernatural The Rapture Novels & Stories

I nearly vomited. “Oh, plague. She collapsed again,” Samael propped me up. “Metatron, Callie. Callie, Metatron. Callie, Auriel- say hello!...” He waved my hand for me like a puppet. I, weakened by their mighty presence, could do nothing but lean against Sam. I felt increasingly like Death's chew toy. “...Raphael, the one with the obsession for Cajun food. Haniel, beautiful as always. And Raziel, the constipated-looking one.”

Chapter 39 (Divine soul) Back in the real world, Susannah could be seen gasping blood, while still holding Patricia's hands. Susannah was trying to let go so that they can both leave the nightmare but it became tough for her to let go. "I will make sure I kill every single one of you. Merry Christmas". The creature said and threw Susannah some miles away. Patricia and Susannah both flew away from the nightmare to the real world. Eddie had to speed to catch her mum from falling while Dave sped to catch Susannah who had already passed out.

“Three hundred and twelve years ago.” Morgan’s face drains of color. “The Northfall event,” she whispers. Kieran frowns. “That was a myth.” Ashcroft shakes his head slowly. “It was recorded as natural disaster. Earthquake. Famine. Plague.” He looks at me. “It was divine rupture.” My pulse pounds. “Explain.” He leans back slightly. “Two divine carriers. Siblings. Both fully awakened. No restraint. No anchoring. They attempted full convergence without structural discipline.”

“Some of the rituals require your wolf form. If you can’t shift, you don’t deserve to be Luna. That is why I brought her. Serena will take over.” Darius’s jaw tightened. “You can’t make that decision for me, Mother. I chose Lyra. You don’t get to replace her.” He paused, then a slow, dangerous smirk curved his mouth. “You’ll keep your deal—with both of them. Whoever fucks you better and makes you come harder gets to stay and finish the rituals.” His mother’s face darkened with rage. “You can’t be serious, Darius.” “You can’t back out of a deal, Mother. You made it yourself yesterday.”

"Please, Sarah. I want the bastards dead more than anyone, but if she does this, it will destroy her. Let me be the one." "My, you are a strong one. Looks like I underestimated you. As noble as the gesture is, I'm afraid it won't work." "It has to be me," Bella murmured, still staring at the stake in her hand. "That's right, dear. Both for the sake of closure and the ritual, it has to be you." "What ritual?" Victor asked warily. "The hybrid awakening. It must occur on the first night of the harvest moon," she said. "The hybrid must consume the hearts of two supernatural creatures to come into his true nature, and who better than the happy couple who orchestrated the gang rape of their own so

Raina glanced sideways at him and said, “Even the heaviest rain can’t bring life to rootless grass. And no amount of faith can save someone with no reason to be saved. Abyssreach doesn't offer mercy—yet somehow, it still refuses to abandon those marked by fate.” She paused, her gaze drifting, brows tightening slightly. “If there really were gods or angels watching over us—if divine power could raise the dead or heal shattered bones—then why do they let people die? Why do they look away? Isn’t it said that all lives are supposed to matter? If I were a god, I’d either save no one… or save them all.” Before her words had even faded, a sudden scream cut through the silence. It was sharp and fill

His defenses began to falter, and still, I showed no mercy, refusing to halt the relentless tide of dark, reanimated bodies that threatened to engulf him. In a sudden, desperate bid to turn the tide, Raphael flung his arms wide, palms downward, unleashing a cataclysmic blast of energy that shook the very foundations of the arena. The shockwave ripped through my undead legion, annihilating them utterly, and sending the shattered remnants of the damned hurtling through the air, scattering them across the desolate expanse of the arena and back to the hell from which they were summoned.

Kael stood up, wiping blood from his mouth, and pulled both Serena and Damien close for a moment. “Whatever the ritual demands,” he said quietly, looking at both of them, “I’m ready. For you two. For the world we lost.” Damien nodded, his usual cold mask replaced by fierce devotion. “As am I.” Serena leaned into them both, heart racing with fear, grief, and a growing, undeniable desire. The path to salvation would demand everything from them. As they prepared to leave the Science Tower, Serena had one final flash — the Nexus Chamber was not empty. Something ancient and powerful had already awakened there… and it was waiting for the three of them.

Aurora latched on eagerly, sucking with slow, deep pulls that sent sparks of pleasure through Sophia’s body. “Let them come,” Sophia murmured, voice low and dark. “We’ll give them exactly what they think they want.” The ritual “Seeds of Betrayal” began under the blood moon. Over 68 million viewers flooded the encrypted global stream. The sanctuary was packed — nearly one hundred and twenty bodies from the merged bloodlines. The air was stifling, thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm milk, sweat, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition and distrust.

I stared at my hands in horror, feeling more useless than I ever had in my entire life. A sudden spark of hope flared inside my chest. I looked up at Lucy, my eyes widening. "Wait! You are a werewolf too!" I gasped. I scrambled onto my knees and reached out desperately to grab Lucy’s arms. "That means you can heal him! You can save Daniel!" Lucy looked down at my shaking hands. A quiet, painful shadow crossed her eyes. She slowly, gently pulled her hands away from my grip, taking a small step backward.