Supernatural Tulpa Novels & Stories

Lucas hesitated in a way that told me the answer would break something important. “Jon Tulip,” he said. The name dropped into the room like a stone breaking through ice. The air shifted. My breath caught. Lucas continued in a voice that sounded defeated. “He is a scientist. Some call him a researcher. Others call him something far worse. He studies supernatural lineages. Tests bloodlines. Captures things he does not understand. Experiments. Modifies. Designs outcomes. He believes nature can be… rewritten.” Ethan’s face drained of color. I felt his shock through the bond like a physical hit. The world had tilted under his feet in the same way it had tilted under mine the night my father died.

“He chose not to become a vampire, and eventually, he passed away.” “After one hundred and fifty years?” Jacinta was incredulous. “He obviously was not human. What other species are there Talen? What other supernaturals have you seen? Werewolves, vampires, and dragons…” “There are many,” Talen was evasive. “It is not my place to reveal the ones that I know of. If they wanted to be known, they would reveal themselves.” “And we can all see what happens when a supernatural species is revealed,” Aislen pointed out. “They become targets for hate.”

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.

Susan stays far as possible from that aunt of hers. Coming across all these people, Marina noticed that there were always two variations of each phenomenal gift as if occurring in alteration. Letty, Lupin's grandmother, and Susan's grandmother possessed extraordinary gifts that did not consume their mana. At the same time, the rest experienced unwanted absorption of life and energy when using their exceptional capabilities. Marina divided each special gift into two variations, yet sharing a singular concept. Letty and her grandmother's gift were listed under Clan of Apothecary and Healing, Lupin and his grandmother under Clan of Prescience and Augury, and Susan and her aunt in Clan of Sorcer

Astrid's brows furrows as she pondered, "Do supernaturals work as bodyguards for humans?" "Absolutely," Elena replies, "In fact, supernaturals make up more than fifty percent of the security industry. They often keep their true nature hidden, especially when working with human clients. It's a matter of blending in and not drawing unnecessary attention."

Something divine—a succession Theo was mumbling about before he vanished like her father. Nexus must really have told her everything before— which she must have clearly forgotten. She’d lived with him for what felt like ages. Surely he could’ve left her a scroll, a letter, maybe a PowerPoint? But no, she had no manual. Just glittery trauma and a cryptic fever-dream line: “Tame a very powerful being.” Selena’s eyes widened as the words echoed in her head like a bad horror movie line. “He was talking about Theo... right?” Her voice quivered. “And if Theo is a spirit... d-does that mean h-he’s... an evil one?”

Devina whispered. "I guess we have an issue to address." Aiden said and everyone turned to him. "Sambora Canto isn't what we think she is, She's not a human." Aiden said. "What?" They chorused. "She's a supernatural." Aiden said. "A Supernatural wanting to send all Supernatural on exile, isn't that crazy?" Elsa whispered. "We can't say which creature she is, She's fast like a vampire but uses magic." Devina said. "Magic?"

I didn't want anyone to overhear this ridiculous conversation. “You have no idea how many secrets the world contains, Dante. Supernaturals are real. And they live amongst us,” He declared this with fervour. Conviction even. If he pulled out a vial of holy water and began to sprinkle it around the table, I wouldn't have been any more surprised than I already was. “Mateo, are you listening to yourself right now? You're stalking someone because you're trying to prove a fantasy is real. You know it's a crime right?” I whispered urgently, my frustration rising.

“And there are others?” “There are, I’m afraid. Wendigos, spirits, tellers, fairies, shifters, centaurs, will-o’-the-wisps…” “Why are you telling me this?” I’d groaned, the feel of my lips rubbing against the palms of my hands bringing forth a fresh wave of pleasure-pain, a fresh ache pulsating down my jaw. “There are two reasons. The first is that, as a supernatural creature yourself, now, you have a right to know. But also because you have a choice to make, Ellis. And your horror shows me that your mind is already made up.”