Supernatural Trickster Novels & Stories

"If that man or woman most effective aimed to wreck a supernatural creature, there isn't an excessive amount of purpose for concern. However, this power... could be very dangerous, extraordinarily dangerous......" Seeing Anna fall silent, Trisha additionally was given seriousness. Switching to a solemn expression, she provided encouragement as an outside collaborator of the Supernatural Investigations Section. "I will help you, however simply now no longer for free." "No precise clues were located but. In any case, we must additionally pass over to Raven. I am additionally a piece worried approximately her condition." Anna was given up from her seat. At the equal time, an odd traveller arriv

I smirked as I pulled out my silver throwing knife and slowly dragging into his chest and did my symbol. That shows that is the handy work of Xavier the black death. It's what they call me now. Even if I'm only eighteen, they're scared of me. Everyone fears me, so I was pretty famous in the supernatural world as a jack of the trades and a hunter. I'm a human, not any of those phenomenal 100% human, no, mistake. But don't underestimate me. That will be the last thing you'll ever do, and I wasn't feared for nothing, you know.

she demanded. I nodded. "Dante was manipulated by someone he called the Collector ..." I hesitated, looking at Zander. His eyebrows were pinched together, his gaze a little vacant. "Who is this Collector?" asked Luke. "That's what he's called because he collects idimmu with special gifts," said Ruthie. "He's Zander's dad's alter ego. You know, head of the Nasaru by day, villain by night. Kidnapping supernaturals and experimenting on them ..." Ruthie finally saw my look of desperation.

I'm proud of myself and my team. And for what Emilia said, I knew it was one of her tricks. Nothing is coming, we've saved everyone but my mind still keeps bothering on what I don't know. It is like something greater than us is Coming, something that we don't know where or what it is going to be. But for now, we have to enjoy our lives and if anything greater than us is coming our way, I hope we're strong enough to be their heroes once again. THE SUPERNATURALS

"A what!?" "Isn't that black magic?" "Not necessarily." "What are you summoning?" Axil asked. "It's a trickster demon. I've read in a book once that they have the ability to take the form of whomever they've been in contact with, apparently tricking kids into going down to hell with them." "Umm that's not worrying at all." Liza trailed off. "Don't worry. Once I've summoned it, I have a way of controlling it." "Isn't it dangerous?" Axil asked.

"Supernaturals are all the same. They take what they want without regard for anyone but themselves." "You're a self-righteous prick, you know that?" I stomped over and slapped his face. "You talk about supernaturals like we're all evil, but you forget one crucial thing." His hand went to his cheek, where I left an impression of my hand. "What's that, witch?" "You're supernatural too, you son-of-a-bitch." I moved to slap him again, but he was ready and grabbed my wrist, holding it tight. "You broke your promise," he said quietly. "You lied, and I don't ever want to see you again." Gabe's face was contorted in a combination of rage and devastation.

Your father began to notice his absence, but he came around just enough to keep suspicion low and always played the part of the doting uncle. For years he built his army by promising a return to the Otherworld and revenge on your family - save himself, of course, he would remain their ruler. There was just one piece of the puzzle left, a dark talisman that would allow him to immobilize the powers and abilities of other supernaturals as well as take them for himself.

His voice echoed, and sounded scary as he made big strides towards me. “I had to… I need to wake up in my world. I can’t just leave like that.” I replied, at the top of my voice. “That’s none of my concern. I have no wish to give you my blood. If you want to take it, come try. I guess you’re going to regret having to try this, because you might end up dying here.” The trickster said as he dashed towards me.

“It’s possible that your buddy Troy has been keeping some of the supes for himself and doing experiments on them.” “So, we need to find a hunter’s laboratory as well?” Cedric asks. “It’s not just that.” He stops again. “Ish, out with it.” I tell him. “If the rumors are true, he’s created himself an army of supernaturals. Supes that will now answer to him, whether it’s through brainwashing, Alpha command or some weird serum they’ve been given, I don't know. He’s coming after you Cedric.” “Let him come.” Cedric snarls beside me. “He’s lived too long anyway.”

I crashed unceremoniously, cascading off the wall and hitting the ground hard. Expletives hissed through my teeth as I pushed myself up. Asher rushed to my side. "What sorcery is this?" I growled, my eyes flashing. Was this another demon? I didn't recall Selina possessing any magical abilities beyond healing. Asher and I both snapped our gazes toward her. "Who are you?" I breathed, my words cautious. I was in no position to fight, but I would not succumb easily to a demon. "Don't tell me the Trickster is back," Asher muttered, fear bleeding into his tone. We had believed it was over, that we would finally find rest, but we were clearly wrong.