Supernatural Trickster Novels & Stories

" What? Trevor looked at Jace in bewilderment. He had just been kicked out of the family. How could Theodore change his mind and hand over power to him? "Jace, what trick do you have up your sleeve?" Trevor asked. Seeing the glint of interest in Trevor's eyes, Jace immediately knew he had piqued his interest. So he laughed and said, "There are people in this world beyond our comprehension, who could be described as possessing supernatural abilities. If you're interested, I can introduce you to such an extraordinary person." An extraordinary person? Trevor furrowed his brow in confusion. "Jace, are you saying you have connections with people who have super abilities?"

one of the wolf said growling but Travis just cracked his neck in response. "Maybe you didn't get to see what i am made of" Trivas said and drew out his hunter sword. "I vowed to eradicate the race of all supernaturals, since you want me to start with you, i will gladly." with that Trivas sped past one of the wolves and his head just rolled out of his neck. The remaining wolves growled and dashed towards him again but they lost their legs in return. Trivas finally struck their head with a rod leaving them to breath to death.

I spun around to see Bernard walking into the room. "You underestimate them, Bernard. This pack is the strongest I've ever encountered. I tried to defeat them when I went against my beliefs and joined forces with dark witches and rogues, but they still conquered us. This plan I've developed is our last resort. If this doesn't work then the supernaturals will take over the world. They'll make us their slaves and I serve no other entity than Jesus Christ our saviour." "I understand your excellency but leave it to me, we won't fail this time, I feel it in my bones." He bowed, then be turned to leave.

Tristan follows behind me and takes a seat when I gesture for them too. “What’s going on, Rowan?” Mikhail asks. My lips twist into a grimace as I consider what to say. “I’m glad that you’re all here.” I wave a hand in Tristan’s direction. “All of you know Tristan already.” Tristan nods his head in acknowledgment. “Tristan is not just my brother, but he’s also the master of the Halo that I work for. Over the past couple of months, several Supernatural students have gone missing from our school. We recently found out that they were murdered, and parts of their bodies were used to construct some kind of Frankenstein monster. It’s pretty gruesome and puzzling at once. Due to the severity of the

Ghost recognized the marks – supernatural trafficking ring, the same ones who'd tried to buy information about the Iron Fangs' heirs. "Luna," Ghost said quietly, "remember the emergency protocols we practiced?" She nodded, her dual nature responding to the tension. At five, she was already skilled at combining her wolf and druid powers for defense. It happened fast. The stranger dropped his glamour, revealing three more traffickers who'd been cloaked by dark magic. They moved with supernatural speed, clearly enhanced by illegal power boosters. But Ghost was faster. Years of protecting the Iron Fangs' royal family had made him legendary among enforcers. His gun was enchanted with Maya's druid

"The supernatural community is as fractured as human politics, with twice the grudges and ten times the lifespan to nurse them. Start with the girl—figure out what she was and who might want her dead." As they left the precinct, the weight of their new assignment settled over them like a physical burden. The bonds between them hummed with shared purpose and apprehension. "So," Rick said as they reached Casie's department-issued SUV, "our first case as supernatural detectives involves a magical assassin targeting runaway kids. No pressure." "The Sparrow isn't just any assassin," Nathaniel said, sliding into the backseat with practiced ease. "They're a legend among supernatural mercenaries—inv

One such trick is to place a tracking curse on a target. It’s a very simple thing—or simple if you’re a supernatural creature. For a hunter, it requires preparation and perfect timing to put the tracking curse on their target. Because we are supernatural beings, especially Aidan, whose gifts lean more toward pulling off such magic, it requires concentration and the opportunity to touch the target.

His eyes were bright with excitement. This wasn't the broken man I'd left. This was Blake in his element. Political theater. Playing on people's fears for personal gain. "For years, certain individuals with... unnatural abilities have hidden in our communities. They look like us. They live among us. But they are not us." My blood went cold. He was really doing it. Exposing the supernatural world. "These creatures have superhuman strength. They can change their appearance. They hunt in packs like wild animals. And they have been responsible for numerous disappearances and deaths across the country."

"What now?" "Now we deal with the fallout." I looked at the clones filling the deck behind us. "We have thousands of enhanced super-soldiers who need identities, jobs, places to live. We have Haley's soul still trapped somewhere in the remnants of the Maw—I can feel her, but I don't know how to extract her yet. We have a power vacuum in the supernatural world that's going to attract every ambitious predator on the planet." "Sounds like a lot of work." "Sounds like a lot of opportunity." I squeezed her hand. "Sterling Consolidated just acquired the most powerful asset in the supernatural world. Time to show everyone how to run a proper operation."

“Very well, we have a deal. You give me your wings, and I will let Nevaeh and you go. As soon as you die, your powers will be mine. I hope sweet Nevaeh has strength because she will have to hold your dead body until you step out.” Using the same knife, he cuts his hand and observes as I do the same Our agreement is bound in blood. Lights flash where our hands meet, completing the blood pact. Once it’s done, Lukan steps back and signals to a camera in the ceiling. After a moment, a hellhound appears, holding a sword in his hand. “If you’re mortal, how are you controlling the hellhounds?” “Well, my dear, I had a witch cast an obedience spell on our little friends here, which lasted beyond my d