Supernatural Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

Why did he think I would freak out over what he was about to say? "Supernaturals are real and they've existed even before humans came on this earth. Of course, humans don't know because that would cause chaos. However, in the sixties, a scientist discovered our existence and saw us as a threat to the human race. So he created all kinds of formulas and recipes to overpower them. He wrote them in a sacred book. The supernaturals soon came to discover his plans and he, unfortunately, got killed. The book became an ultimate weapon among the supernaturals. Because even supernaturals could use it to overpower everyone. Of course, that's something that no one wants to see.

Vivian explained, seeking confirmation. “No, actually it's not a normal thing for humans to communicate with supernaturals with their minds. Only supernaturals, mostly vampires, have the ability to communicate with humans like this. So yes, this is the first instance of your kind reaching out to my kind that I have heard of or seen," Damian explained. Vivian's excitement turned to worry. "But does that mean I am related to the supernaturals? Am I one of you guys? Is that the reason I'm able to communicate with you using my mind?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

write a fictitious scene about this in two thousand words or more and add dialogues The townspeople gathered around the werewolf priestess Sollo as she stepped onto the platform. She was a tall, imposing figure illuminated by a single red lightning bolt that shot down from the sky. The crowd held their breath as they waited for her to speak. "People of this town," Sollo began in a deep voice, "I have seen the red lightning and I know what it means." The people looked at each other nervously, unsure of what to expect next. They had all heard stories about how powerful and mysterious Sollo was but none of them knew exactly what she could do or say.

She already suspected that the strange occurrences plaguing Samantha's group of friends were the work of something otherworldly, something malevolent. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she contemplated the possibilities: was this Mr. Hunt's doing, or perhaps a stroke of Samantha's bad luck? Jess couldn't rid herself of the nagging suspicion that their shared obsession—to open a gateway between the living and the dead—had released a power beyond their control. And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity.

It makes logical sense, but after my conversation with Maddox, I can't help wondering if there's another reason they want me isolated. "I'll be there," I assure them, maintaining the lie. As I turn to leave, Thea calls after me. "Lena? Be careful. Your aura... it's flaring. You're broadcasting your presence to anyone with the ability to sense it." I nod, thanking her for the warning though I'm not sure how to control something I've only just become aware of. Outside the office, I walk quickly through the hallways, processing the new information and the inconsistencies in Winters' story. Seven types of supernaturals. Thea's strange reaction to meeting me. And most troubling, Winters' complete