Supernatural Tulpa Novels & Stories

"As I said before, this Chutullusia is something that dwells in the water…also from the species itself it would pose a threat to everything around it…this thing have a parasitic ability to inflict at tit's victim…once the parasite latches to its host…there is no cure to it…also this thing does not require you to die to manipulate you..it can latches to you whether you live or die…so we need to be very alert this time…" "Well now, that's some scary shit…it's probably worst than being undead…at the very least a becoming an undead requires you to die first…ain't that right mister Alfred……what?..". (Alehandro) As he was giving his honest opinion, Sasu smacks the back of his head causing

The only thing on my mind now was to get Sharlynn back – the real Sharlynn. I contemplated not going to school the next day after Reyna caused a scene at my house but I kind of felt that I would find Sharlynn back to normal again so I quickly got up from bed and prepared for school. Though aunt Linda already explained what an Unami was – she said that they are as avatars of a very powerful supernatural entity and that though that entity could have avatars representing its different strengths, all the avatars were the same as the entity itself.

she murmured, "are not like normal supernatural beings. They exist in the spaces between reality." Taylor was already pulling scrolls from shelves, spreading them across a large wooden table. "Darius is more than a shapeshifter. He's a manifestation of an ancient supernatural ability—the power to exist in multiple states simultaneously." "How is that even possible?" Isla asked, moving closer to help sort through the massive collection of documents. "Some beings can manipulate the fundamental fabric of reality," Ken explained, his deep voice steady. "Mystics like Darius don't just change shape. They can literally create multiple versions of themselves by splitting their essence across differe

I can’t organize the thoughts swirling around my mind, much less narrow them down into a single statement or a question. Madam Mara seems to have interpreted my silence as denial or disbelief, because her hands tighten around my arms. “He is not human. He is like one of them.” “One of them?” I ask at last my voice a mere croak. “One of us?” Her mouth clamps shut. “What do you mean?” “I’m one of them too,” I tell her in a soft voice, easing her hands off my arms. “I’m a Supernatural.” “I-I know that,” she stammers, her chin quivering. She grips me again, and this time she’s pulling me closer towards her like she’s using my body for support. “But Elora . . . he is different. He is evil.”

Talia looked in the direction of the cave’s entrance. Closing her eyes, the world turned into another dimension. Suddenly, she was seeing things beyond any creature’s capability. With her eyes closed, she could see the dead brushed shoulders with the living—may it be animals, humans, or supernatural entities. Upon seeing that it was the same humungous wolf, Talia opened her eyes immediately and looked back at the unconscious woman a few feet from her. “He’s here again,” said Talia.

Sassafras settled in his lap, purring and rubbing his cheek against his father's hand as Theridialis stroked his fur. "I say," the scientist said with a bright smile, "that's quite the family you have inside your head. However do you wrangle them all?" I giggled, uncontrolled, feeling my alter egos squirm as they stretched themselves out into the cavity he'd left behind. "You have no idea," I said with a long-suffering sigh even as my demon, vampire and Sidhe princess all protested. Tara was next, as easy, if not easier, than Theridialis. Her small soul left me in a flash of joy, flooding her body again and, within a moment, she was sitting up, hugging me tightly.

I was as lost as her. “Who are ‘we’ you keep mentioning them and who is that god you all want to awaken if there is such a thing?” She asked in confusion and the male laughed as he watched Tamara’s confused face and I clenched my fists, feeling my claws dug into my palms. “We are the fed up supernaturals. We want the world to change. And mate, you are silly, of course, there are gods or did you think that there is only the moon goddess, the weakest of the weak?”

Hope reassures me gently, “The tulpa is just thought energy that, with training, forms itself into what you want it to be. It doesn’t have thoughts or feelings. It looks like a sweet little dragon, and I can see why you would worry. That was a particularly adorable, and realistic, looking dragon. But despite its appearance, it’s not alive. We can’t create life. Only the Goddess can do that. We just use spells to focus our energy to do what we want it to do. Then when you say the words to end the spell, the energy just disperses naturally.” Her explanation is wonderful, and I realize once again that Hope really would be a fantastic teacher. “That’s a great way of putting it,” Colin affirms w

“ He won't find you here, trust me” ‘“ how do you know that? “ “ I know we've lost our powers and all , but this is still a supernatural land, bound by an ancestral force from the past, anyone with bad intentions can't get past our bond” “ Well that's comforting, “ I smiled. She smiled back and went back to whatever she was doing. I waved at Indila and Khan and went back to the room given to me by Uriel. She sat humming a tune and braiding her hair. I took a seat beside her.

Taryk lifted his hand a fraction of an inch off the pages. Kord relaxed and pulled the book towards his lap. He shut it and put it aside, directing all of his attention to Taryk and the rest of us not salivating over an ancient book. "Fae. Supernatural beings in an alternate dimension of Earth. They have all kinds of powers; they're very long lived; allergic to iron; typically fall into Light and Dark castes." Kord tipped his head to the side as if searching his mental files. He nodded. "For more specific information, you're going to have to break it down. There're literally over 150 books in my head on the subject." "Shit," I said with a whistle.