Supernatural Trickster Novels & Stories

"Wow, can you make me be like you. " Yeah, but your power won't be strong since you're a human. But you have to work with us and be available anytime we need you. "Yeahs, I'm ready?. Just tell me how I can be helpful to you. Tell me what to do. He shrugging as he took a deep breathe and let out the word. "I want your girlfriend to babysit a child for me. " My... My.. girlfriend. He stutter trying to comprehend what he just heard. "She's a new born baby and she's just like me. ", Supernatural being" she has so much power in side her, so I advice your girlfriend to be careful when dealing with her. "I'll give you an amount of money, just promise me that your girlfriend will be able to keep her

The Thunderous Tribulations created by the Emperor of Tribulation was a marvelous Supernatural Power. It managed to obliterate one of Mekaisto’s clones. Now, James was left with seven opponents. A hint of fear had risen in Mekaisto’s heart. He had cast a secret art of the Extraterrestrial Demons and summoned eight clones to fight. Each clone had the strength of his main body. However, there was a downside to the skill. With every clone destroyed, his strength would also suffer.

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

"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