Novel & Cerita Supernatural Trickster

I wasn’t exactly going to be as fast or as strong as other supernaturals. “While turning you is not an option seeing as it’ll be some time until we hold the mating ceremony, until then you need a way to protect yourself, hence, you’ll be trained by a bounty hunter.” “Those are real?” “Haha! Yes, they’re real, and often they deal with supernatural criminals since humans have a bit more freedom to move between the supernatural communities. They should be able to help you, at least better than we could.” “Alright—thank you, for everything Alpha Sined.”

Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled. “Do you see how your grumbling looks like Abyss? Also, magic items are in the store over there.” "Abyss is like me, and don't be mean, I'm not interested in souvenirs." Well, all members of the magic community in this city knew that the charm shop next to "Svartalf Pastries" was a trickster. The shop owner - a demigod guy - would rather flirt with young girls than really focus on magic research (of course, research would not get much better, but at least he tried to do something right?)

Striker scoffed, but still burned the ground the dead walked on. Abandoning the thought of keeping my identity hidden, I appeared in front of the dead one by one and knocked them down. Their bones scattered, and Striker burned them away. This felt like a horrible thing to do but I didn’t think we had any other way to stop this unless we found the root of evil—Aleister Anasazi—the puppet master. “ I didn’t want you to feel like I made a sacrifice for you when I made the deal with Levian. ” I breathed hard as I continued to move.

, she said. Like a chain reaction, everyone stretched their hands out for a handshake and told me their name. Their voices overlapped each other and I almost got them mixed up. "You do realize that you won't be going home for a while, right?", said Tristan, biting his nails. I think about the non-existent home and the cold streets. I wasn't going back there. I'd rather be a werewolf. "I don't have a home", I reply nonchalantly. There was a short silence and everyone looked uncomfortable. Tristan looked like he was kicking himself for asking the question

"I bet lots of supernaturals heal quickly." "So now you're saying you're not human?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe it's from the spell, the blood magic I did. It advanced my natural healing ability." "What is it you're not telling me?" she asks. As much as I want to share with her, I can't. This is my problem. My Viking ghost. "Nothing. Just feeling a little woozy from everything still. Sorry, I broke your containment circle for the zombie."

“This isn’t some human affair.” “Are you serious? My dad has been involved in the supernatural world for twelve years. He didn’t just stand on the sidelines—he trained with Bloodmoon, Holly, and even under the Adio hunters. He knows how to fight, how to track, and how to survive. So if you think he’s just some clueless human, you’re dead wrong.” Tristan scoffed.

"He isn't just the ruthless leader of a high-tier assassin agency. He has a distinct, terrifying possibility of being the one causing the widespread mayhem across the city. He is the one making all supernaturals—whether they are powerful witches, old-blood vampires, standard werewolves, or my own Lycans—completely afraid to step into the light." "The evidence points directly to his shadow network," Roran confirmed. "If he has developed a way to completely neutralize a supernatural's scent and tracking capability during an abduction, it explains why our enforcers have been chasing ghosts for the past six months." Kael nodded slowly, a dark, ruthless resolve hardening his features. He didn't f

“School?” “Closed. Pandemic.” She slid into the chair opposite him. “Have you found him?” Tracker closed the book. His eyes were pale yellow—wolf’s eyes. “Nothing. His trail goes cold at the river. It’s like he’s… masked. Magically.” “No one’s untraceable to you.” “He is.” Tracker leaned forward. “Lyra, I want him as much as you do. But this isn’t just a bounty. This is Supremo. The vampire who fought the Red Lady and lived. The one who disappeared three years ago. He’s careful. He’s smart.”

He shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said nothing. "The so-called Trap Gu is a superb secret skill that uses the talisman to attract the completion of operation. I will need to set up various traps in advance and lock the soul of the trap with the talisman. When I need a certain trap, I only need to burn the yellow talisman to get the ability of the trap. So, do you understand?" Samuel suddenly understood and nodded. In short, it was actually a kind of God trick. However, the God trick invited the gods, while the Trap Gu invited the Trap. Moreover, these traps could be made.

If waking up this way from a dream is anything to go by, I definitely need to start interacting more with my group. It also doesn’t help that I’ve personally been to hell and have met angels, demons and the freaking devil. That’s another reason why I came on this trip. Knowing what I know about the supernatural world became too much for me, and I needed to get away from all of the weirdness.