Supernatural Trickster Novels & Stories

Dominic, ever the practical, raised a hand. “But how do we create a trap for someone like him? It’s not exactly as simple as setting a snare. He is basically the root of all supernatural.” "And suppose we find a way to trap him---what's next?" Victoria added.

He yelled, making the ground tremble, “I see you know a lot about the supernatural creatures but it would take more than a golden stick to kill me! I’m Alectryon, the all powerful immortal trickster.” I snarled, prepared for another fight, “Well are we going to fight or are you going to try talking me to death.” With a growl, he leaped to the sky like a fucking cat and rushed towards me, his talons razor sharp. I’m going to have to chop off his skin for that blow to the chest. He tried to swing for myneck, but I easily dove under my stake next to his midsection, and I saw black blood flow out of him. What the hell? He’s changing parts of his body in some way just to divert me. He’s mixing di

He simply made her drool for him and she could not even keep her legs closed. Meanwhile, Anna widened her eyes as she grinned from ear to ear. The current Tristan was beyond her expectation as she was still paying him all sorts of compliments earlier. Abel’s heart bled. He thought that his son was done for, his reputation was truly destroyed this time. He glared at Alex and yelled furiously, “It’s you! You must have used some kind of evil sorcery on my son! You are a demonic cultivator, a remnant of the satanic cult a hundred years ago. You can be punished by anyone for your great sins. How dare you not surrender in front of the Grandmasters?!”

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