Supernatural The Rapture 소설 & 이야기

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter. I don’t need you tattle-telling everything I do and reporting it back to your mommy. I get the fucking job done dont I? Exactly. I got something for you to go back and tell Abbaddon, how about FUCK YOU!!” “Do you feel better now? Cause we have a job to do.” Ornais stated. “They’re moving quickly to capture this soul from you.” “I know, but what am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just go in and char it beyond repair like every other one. I have to be careful.” Daniel sighed, putting his head in his hands. He was up against a wall. Every move was documented and reported back to Abaddon. The Seven Deadly Sins had this one, why did he get assigned to it

The five vampires eagerly grabbed him, leading him to the dance floor, their fangs on full display. “I hear you kill humans during a game you play,” Rhazien said as Lucifer disappeared into the crowd, “called ‘The Hunt.’” Sam nodded, taking another sip of wine. “Humans who misbehave on Earth are punished during the hunt. It’s their personal hell.” Rhazien nodded thoughtfully, his fingers nervously fidgeting with his glass. He hesitated before speaking again, his eyes glancing at me occasionally. “Perhaps... our realms could strike a deal?”

I’m average height at five-five, but Zane is at least a head or so taller than me. Tomorrow our little bliss ends as we go to the city. Somehow supernatural drugs are being given to humans. Supernatural drugs are much stronger and deadly to humans. All over there are just random spikes of drug overdoses. It’s to the point that the human authorities are getting involved, and the last thing we need is a war between supernaturals and humans again. It gets threatened every handful of decades. I guess we are due for it.

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

“I didn’t know about you, Apolliana. If I would have things would be so different. You have to believe me.” She scoffs at my words, “It doesn’t matter, Lucifer. Time is up for you and everyone else.” Smiling, she aims her weapon at the floor and throws power into it until the floor opens up like a sinkhole. Everyone flies up but has to duck when hordes of locusts appear and begin to attack us. While we fight the horde, the females disappear. “Fuck, they’re gone!” Fallon calls out. My brothers and I try to restore the damage, but we quickly realize that it’s a futile effort because the disasters keep coming. Lighting bolts rain down everywhere as the ground continues to quake. “We need to go!

Natalie was getting overwhelmed with the sheer number of dons and undead attacking her for some reason, no matter where she turned she was blocked from keeping a reasonable distance from the spawns of hell JONATHAN : Heavenly art : Chaos A purple wave blows over the entire area in which Natalie was meant to deal with after which demons and undead begin to attack each other and rip themselves to pieces, Natalie sees this and uses it as an opportunity to get some distance between herself and the fight, finally coming to stand beside Jonathan NATALIE : I could have handled that JONATHAN : I know, but I got bored so I decided to help…. You can finish it up though NATALIE : Yeah sure, reality is

“ Okay, so, where are the rest of the supernaturals? “ “ Sadly, most of them died after your parents did, like I said, their presence gave us the power and we bonded through the lightning mark behind us since they left we decided that being together is what keeps us alive, we didn't know one of their children's lived until we saw you, with the blue necklace, it's necklace for our leaders “ Things were beginning to get real and confusing at the same time. Was that why Tristan wanted to bond with me? Did he know? What about Kira? “ Did you know anyone called Kira? “ I asked, remembering Elaine had said she had the same mark. “ My daughter” Jules spoke up, a solemn look on her face. “ She fell

"Why is that so?" "Not everyone sees them and likes us," said Kyra. "Why so?" Hugo asked. "Because we are special?" "Perhaps," said Kyra. They stopped talking as someone caught the radar from a distance. "Guys, look at this. There were supernaturals near to us," said Raven. Everyone looked at the big screen on the dashboard. Two hooded supernatural just near the gang, and the radar pointed out the building. "Whoa, isn't that what we're looking for, or are they something else?" Damon asked.

A pulse of red tore through the clouds, blooming like a second sunrise. Mirielle staggered back. “He’s begun the ritual!” Saraphina’s heart hammered. She turned to Lucian. “We stop it now. Before it takes root.” They raced down the spiral stairs, each step echoing with the building quake. Outside, the people stared upward, frozen as crimson light spread through the veins of the city streets. By the time they reached the ground, the first scream had split the night. Shapes moved through the mist—figures made of smoke and bone, their hollow eyes glowing with hunger. The dreamspawn. Fragments of the Sleepless Curse, called back into being.

"Stay back, Selene!" The crack grew wider, the edges glowing with an eerie purple light. I could feel something wrong, something evil coming through. My skin crawled with goosebumps. "What's happening?" I whispered, my voice shaking. Nathan rushed to our side, his face pale. "The ritual... Zara's blood sacrifice has opened a rift between worlds." As if answering him, a ghostly hand reached out from the crack. Then another. And another. Spirits - transparent and glowing with that same purple light - began to climb out. Behind them came darker shapes with red eyes and sharp claws.