Supernatural Tulpa Novels & Stories

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.”

A giggle echoes, for the voice and the little fake past took the heart of the sin and easily made him a puppet. “Lazy, and prefer to sleep as he wanted to be left alone in his world, he is a genius mind player and team captain of the mental sports of the academy’s Hydras’. His silent nature is what makes him unpredictable and the one among them by which mind is where I could hardly read. Secretive and the spy among the seven, he holds the name of the devil Belphegor and the embodiment of the sin of Sloth, Tucker Relight.” Holder of water, and guarded by the Goddess Aquarius, a beautiful smile draws to her face. Which the name rings to be the embodiment of Lust’s puppeteer.

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Xavier furrowed his eyebrow. Was she hinting that Alusia was that person? Rara ignored him and continued, "Humans can't differentiate if one of them was supernatural since they don't have the power to sense our presence." "But, what if the supernatural met another supernatural?" she asked. "What do you mean? Are you saying that I leaked the news? But, I had just heard about this a moment ago!" Alusia said in an aggrived voice as her eyes turned red. Rara sneered. What a good act!

“Are there others like you? Assuming that you’re telling the truth, that is.” As he quickly swallowed the last bite of food, Haldir cleared his mouth with his tongue. “There are other supernaturals, lots of them, but they aren’t like me. I was born human, they never were. What made you give up a cushy job as a school nurse to come work here?”