Supernatural Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

she said. “Outside of Havermouth, Aislen,” she continued taking the empty teacup from Aislen’s hand. “The country, the world, is up in arms. The supernatural world is exposed in a way that has never before occurred in our history, and the humans are afraid and seeking to control what they’re afraid of. Politicians are passing Bills requiring the registration of supernaturals, requesting that any suspected supernatural is reported, and that our children not attend schools. There are travel restrictions, employment restrictions, and more. Far more.”

You had to offer something that competed with it genuinely. I picked up my notebook and started writing, not a report or a proposal but working notes, rough and unordered, about what belonging could look like for supernatural beings born without abilities in a world that had spent three thousand years telling them they were lesser. What community could be built that was not contingent on what you could do but on who you were. Owen glanced over at my scribbling at one point. "What are you working on?" "Something that might matter more than anything else we have done so far," I said. He looked at me with that steady amber gaze. "Tell me," he said simply. So I did.

"The overseas inquiries we discussed—they're not just requests for consultation. Supernatural entities from three different continents are requesting immediate assistance with crisis situations that threaten their regional stability." The implications struck me immediately. While we had been debating the confederation's future development, supernatural communities on other continents had apparently reached crisis points that only experienced intervention could resolve. "What kind of crisis situations?" I asked, already knowing the answer would complicate everything. "Mass awakening events similar to what we experienced, but without any support structures or constitutional frameworks to manag

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.

But my eyes weren’t on the field or the girls anymore; I was peering over every face in the stands again. “Everything alright, Jamie?” Sam asked, trying to look where my eyes kept darting off. “Do you believe in ghosts?” It came out before I could stop myself. “In ghosts?” he laughed. “No why?” “No reason,” I replied quickly. Of course, he does not believe in ghosts because there are no ghosts. I’m crazy! “Uh-huh… If there’s something you want to talk about, Jamie, I am always here. You know that, right? Even if you want to have a ghost talk.” He nudged my shoulder and I laughed.

He nodded his head. "I have a great writer and a wonderful artist as sons." He laughed out loud. "The moon goddess should show us her grace, and let us write the next one." He said. "Write what?" Hoots older brother asked. "The Super-natural. That's the title." Hoots father said. "What's it all about?" Hoots asked. "Before I tell you, this stays between the family and never outsiders." The boys nodded. "The super-natural is a book inspired by the moon goddess to shew to us, the alpha for each generation. And we have been privileged to write that book. My father and forefathers had written for previous alphas, and we have ruled greatly." Hoots father explained.

But it gave the look of he changed into wrong. "What is that this approximately?" "Crime instances withinside the community in addition to lacking folks were at the upward push recently. However, the boom is handiest barely above common norms, this in and of itself isn't always worthy note. Nevertheless, because the research improved deeper, we determined that a part of the instances have been significantly associated with supernatural beings. Amongst them, there have been clean instances wherein vampires have been culprits -- corpses that were sucked absolutely dry." "You are suspecting... Isabella?"

' I think this voice is daydreaming. 'Oh yeah, anyways. In this supernatural world you know absolutely nothing about. There are things called mates. Supernaturals are paired by their Gods with other supernaturals or humans. Once you meet your mate your souls are brought together and you live together for eternity..' "Wait so you're saying I am meant to be with Elaina?" 'Yup! I can't wait to see what her sexy little wolf looks like...' WAIT? "Sexy wolf?? What are you talking about, Odin?" I can't believe I am actually talking to a voice in my head...

Seth answered with sarcastic calmness. Zane suddenly pointed at the TV screen. "Hey, guys, what's that about?" We all looked at the blue screen as white words started scrolling towards the top from the bottom of the screen, and I immediately regretted not listening to the speech that the president had given earlier. "PARANORMAL AND SUPERNATURAL BEINGS EXIST. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. DEFEND YOURSELVES TO THE FULLEST EXTENT. $1,000 WILL BE PAID FOR EVERY SUPERNATURAL BEING CAPTURED AND BROUGHT IN TO LAW ENFORCEMENT ALIVE. DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK."

Down, down, down. Through time, through space, through memory. Until I landed in another world. Not real. Not yet. But terrifyingly possible. A ruined earth. Cities crumbled. The sky was blackened, the moon fractured in the heavens. Supernatural creatures lay scattered across the land burned, broken, erased. And in the center of it all stood… me. Or what I could become. Eyes glowing like fire. Hair white as snow, flowing with tendrils of dark mist. My hands were raised, celestial energy dripping from my fingertips, and I could feel it the final strike. The moment of annihilation.