Supernatural Tulpa Novels & Stories

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?"

“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.”

“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.

"Is it the kind of something that requires me to punch a cosmic entity, or the kind that requires me to sign paperwork?" "Neither. It is the kind that makes me want to crawl under my desk and pretend I am in a different profession." She pulled up a holographic display. "The baby Utterance's song has been stable for seventy-two hours. The Absence is resting at twenty-six percent. The First Dreamer is dormant at ninety-nine point nine. All good. All expected." "But?" "But the Supernatural Ledger's deep architecture is showing micro-transactions that do not correspond to any known entity. Tiny. Barely detectable. Like someone testing a lock with a pick so thin you can barely hear the scratching

Sarah, with her healer's insight, seemed to grasp the intricacies of the change that had unfolded within me. "I've read about such phenomena in ancient texts," Sarah began, her tone measured. "The union between two individuals with strong primal and supernatural ties can awaken dormant powers. But awakening one's wolf is no small feat. It's a manifestation of a deep, primal connection," she explained, her eyes searching mine for a deeper understanding.

“Really? Well, don’t blame me if I say that he deserved it. Nevertheless, I wasn’t behind that. I am not a fighter.” In the dim glow of the cabin's lanterns, Jess finally decided it was time to let in her children on who the master was. Miranda and Manuel sat across from her, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as if sensing that whatever their mother was about to reveal would change their lives forever. "Children," Jess began, her voice steady yet laced with the weight of years of secrecy, "Supernaturals exist. They are beings beyond our understanding, beyond what ordinary people can see or comprehend. They are powerful, and some can be dangerous."

It was possible there was one in here for him. The sad tom brushed his paw lightly against the yellow and pink petals and tried to put his auric power to work. Maybe he could shake out enough of the tulip's aura without harming them and they could go to Doll, wherever he was, and give him all Guru had to say. He finished with words of love and affection and for a split second, he thought he saw the lilac-haired no-fur curled up against Hades sleeping. As the vision faded he saw a few sparks like a gathering of fireflies drift from the tulip petals.

A lot of things have changed since Lia’s failed (and near fatal) awakening. From the moment she regained consciousness, long before she gained enough strength to flutter her eyelids, she knew something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Every member of the supernatural world has the orifice of life essence, known in jezik besmrtnika, the generic language of the supernatural world, it is referred to as būtības atverei. It is a metaphysical aperture that exists in the innards of the mortal body of a supernatural being. Created by forces beyond the confines of logical reasoning, the orifice is what actually determines if you are a member of the supernatural race or not.