Supernatural Tulpa Novels & Stories

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

My bare feet sank into the soft carpet as I slowly walked toward him, careful not to make a sound or wake him. Up close, he was even more breathtaking. The top few buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing the hard, tanned expanse of his collarbone and chest. His lips looked incredibly soft, almost swollen, and his long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheekbones. Is he actually real? I wondered, my mind spinning. Is he a human, or did a god take pity on me and send an angel down to earth? Mesmerized, I slowly raised my hand. I extended my index finger, intending to just lightly touch the bridge of his straight nose to see if he was made of flesh and bone.

I said. “Exactly,” William agreed. “That’s why the rock salt didn’t work.” “Right,” Alexandra said. “Because it’s not a typical spirit.” William leaned back. “So, why don’t we just erase the sigil? Paint over it. Delete the site.” “It’s not that simple,” Alexandra replied. “Once a tulpa’s created, it’s alive. You can’t just erase belief.” “So what?” I asked. “He’s just… here now?” “Pretty much.”

Claire explained, astonished Julie and Consuela. “Is it that easy to get to this realm?” Julie asked. “I____I’m known as a Spirit Sprite. The Tree of Life resurrects Tabby. Tabitha and Sylvia are Spirt Vessels. You can consider this a cheat for us to cultivate our full potential. If other practitioners learned of this, our lives would be hunted down and tried to be used by them. This is why we keep it a secret and get stronger, so we will not be used.” Claire explained to the two women.

I said, and he squinted his eyebrows. “What? This doesn`t make sense. How my parents being human summarized what the fuck happened to me, and why I woke up here in the middle of this clearing.” He said, and I took a deep breath. “Let me explain something not many know…” I sighed. “A couple of supernaturals most likely will have supernatural offspring, but in rare cases, they just get human offspring,” I said, and he squinted his eyebrows. “We call them recessive supernaturals,” I explained.

"These show students, professors, random people on campus. What does this mean?" "It means we're all pawns in a game we didn't even know we were playing," I said bitterly. "Marcus has been funding Lyra's psychological torture through shell companies. Damien has been taking bribes to isolate me from my mother. Dean Matthews has been working with something called the High Council to identify and eliminate students with supernatural abilities." "Supernatural abilities?" Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "Maya, that sounds.." "Crazy? Impossible?" I held up my hand, letting a soft silver glow emanate from my palm. "Does this look impossible to you?"

“You exhausted your spiritual essence while to suppress… my other half.” “Spiritual essence? What is that?” I ask in confusion. “Every supernatural being has a spiritual essence. The level of their power determines how strong their essence will be,” he pauses and rubs my lower lip with his thumb. “And from what I saw last night, Lia. You are not a human.” I blink at him. Trying to get rid of the sensation pooling in my stomach, I can’t let him have a glimpse that his touch has an effect on me.

Chuckling, I nodded my head, "of course." "The supernatural world is real, Clarissa. Those stories you read and write. It is all true... well, most of it. Humans have watered down truths over the generations, but the basics are still valid. Brantley, Antonio, and I; are all supernatural creatures. There are a lot of us out there. Many species are coexisting together." She replied softly, "You are not crazy, Clarissa." "So, what are you? A fire demon or something?" I asked as Alyssa burst into laughter, shaking her head.

"We are a secret branch. despite everything, the state cannot admit the existence of supernatural entities to the overall public. However, this is often the truth. Supernatural creatures roaming the place could be a crisis for the nation. Vampires, even additional so. Worse involves worst, it could affect the dignity of citizens. For this purpose, they have to be monitored before long as they're discovered. If victims appear, then they have to be segregated right away and protected. rather like with you." "I catch on now... therefore it's such as you guys identified concerning Isabella. I ne'er thought I might hide her forever... however, to suppose the cat' out of the bag so quickly." "A co