Supernatural Trickster Novels & Stories

Naomi fretted. "That won't happen. She wouldn't dare," Stuart answered confidently. He insisted succubi could only bind to one master for life. "Louisa is bound to me. She'll obey me." In the steam-blurred kitchen, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. Stuart's misconception ran deep. Nobody had ever told me a succubus could only ever have one master. If you end up with a bad one, of course you find another. I came out carrying the bowl just as Stuart was ranting about succubi being the lowest of creatures—dependent on a master's charity for love, with no path but death if they left him.

Supernatural hunters. From their description, they hunt supernatural creatures and make the world aware of their existence. A smirk pulled at my lips. Perfect! My hand hovered over their live chat button, hesitation creeping in for a moment, but I brushed it off, texting them anyway. ‘Welcome to Supernatural hunters’ crib. May I know how we can help you?’ I read the text, taking a moment to think about it again before telling them everything, not after making sure that I could trust them. Then their text popped on the screen again.

I said. Luciano lingered, his amber eyes searching mine for any sign of deception. "Alanza, Unregistered supernaturals don't play by the rules. They are dangerous because they have nothing to lose. I won't risk your life on the word of a bloodsucker." "I understand," I said, reaching out to squeeze his hand briefly. The guilt felt like a cold stone in my stomach, but I kept my face neutral. "I'm not going to fight you on this."

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

I can tell by the expression on her face that the truth of her new reality is finally dawning on her. Zoe must hear the panicked tone in her friend's voice because she wraps her arm around her shoulder and calmly replies. “Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.”

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

“But this is my ‘home’.” “Aren’t familiars supposed to follow their mast…” “You’re not my master.” “Anyways aren’t you supposed to?” “Summon me from anywhere and I shall appear. I am the Silver Beast. Don’t think of me like lesser yokai and beasts from folktales. I. AM. SUPERIOR.” “A-Alright. Then I’ll head back.” Says Akihiko and walks to the main door of the building. He opens the door and stands there. Fenrir takes a seat on his throne and asks-

It was a desperate gamble, a last-ditch effort born of sheer desperation. Tendrils of shimmering energy erupted from Wilson's outstretched hand, wrapping around Alex. The Supreme God Destroyers watched in stunned silence as Alex's body convulsed, a blinding light erupting from within. A scream, both human and otherworldly, ripped through the air before a shimmering figure materialized beside Alex. It was the spirit of the Supreme God, a majestic eight-tailed wolf radiating immense power. The Supreme God Destroyers snarled, their eyes burning with thwarted ambition. Alex, freed from the bindings and the draining ritual, collapsed onto the ground, utterly drained.

He vanished and I sat there, staring at the spot where he sat. “What just happened?” I asked, looking up at Trick. “He ran away. Vampires have the ability to teleport between locations. He knew I was going to kill him, so he got out while he still could,” Trick explained. “You can teleport? How?” He shrugged. “I don’t really understand the physics of it. That disappearing idiot could probably explain it to you. It’s just something we can do once we turn twenty-one.” “Can you teleport others? Or just yourself?”