Supernatural Writing Prompts Novels & Stories

With each stroke of my pen, I breathe life into characters who dance across the pages, their stories unfolding before my very eyes. The anticipation builds, like a crescendo in a symphony, as I eagerly await the moment when Professor Steven's prompt will be revealed. Will it be a challenge to create a fantastical world filled with mythical creatures? Or perhaps a prompt that delves into the depths of human emotions, exploring the complexities of the human psyche? Whatever it may be, I am ready to embrace it wholeheartedly, to immerse myself in the depths of my imagination and let the words flow freely.

It stretched far and wide and this time it was spinning. Stephanie got her wings and launched towards her. Danny knew if she let go, no one would survive that. The cloud had stop birthing creatures and the butterflies had dispersed. Every soldier had stopped fighting to look at their demise above them. This was time to Supernatural up, and do what she had to do. What she had trained to do. She belonged here. And she would end this. Ronnie got close on her bird and it shrieked distracting Tresicta.

He looks at the book that is open in his hand and then places it on the desk before picking up another one and then saying, 'Okay, I have narrowed it down to 2 species of supernaturals... The first is the Fae. Now I know they are meant to be extinct, but there have been a few rumours going around that maybe one or two survived, but there are no purebreds anymore..." "And what is the other one?" "Okay..." He puts that book down and searches in amongst the other open books until he finds a closed book but it has small pieces of paper coming out of a few different pages. He opens the book to one of the pages with the paper inserted and then continues,

He spoke a few sentences with the author and in no time Nathan realized that Ley wanted to take advantage of his profession to spread the words around. It would still be horror. Elements of supernatural were okay to include in them. But the general would be one where the characters would make their believers have some conception of a certain belief. “Make it a rumor.” Ley said. “Rumor?” Nathan’s creative mind immediately conjured scenarios where several people who encountered ghosts in the street or in the hallway of haunted places would say these to their acquaintances, ‘Hey, do you know? If you speak of the name Ley Baler in your heart sincerely, you won’t meet any accident on the road, or

The reason I am scared to get the answers is because what if they drive me crazier than I already am? Answers could determine my entire future and I guess that is scary to me in some ways. I spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what else I could find on this. Maybe there could be another poem somewhere on the face of the earth that could help me. I looked all over the internet but couldn’t find anything about a blood poem. Hell, I even follow groups that are obsessed with these kinds of stuff. It’s mostly humans who are obsessed with Supernatural beings or want to be one after they find out they exist.

he said as we walked down the hill. “What do you mean it’s hard for your kind to reproduce?” I asked. “It’s nature's little way of controlling our population. Supernatural females can only have children every ten years or so after they set into immortality. Before that, they are like normal humans, able to get pregnant any time after puberty.” “What about half breeds? Like a human and a Demon?” I asked. “A male Demon can reproduce with a human, but it is rare that the child will be supernatural, same with any breed. Some breeds can only reproduce with their mate, some can only reproduce after they have found their mate, but with any fertile female.”

“That can't be. They only send those to…..” “Supernatural people”, he said quietly. “Wolves, Vampires, Dragons, witches but not humans. The paper burned in my hand. I was panicking. “Then why…..” I said. Why me?

My duty is to exploit their desires and get them to do my bidding. Apart from their insatiable greediness, a lot of their negative emotions, feed me as well. Therefore, either way, I can still thrive. I feed on negativity and those are emotions that swirl around the universe every day. There is always a reason for negative emotions from either realm. Humans are easily triggered by the tiniest bit of force. Supernatural beings, however, are my greatest source of energy. They feel everything with an intensity that is too immense. It may be a sudden but short-lived outburst of negative energy, but it is always enough to strengthen me.

Lines from the prophecy began to run through my head again. "And sifting through the lies is easier," she continued. "If you have the truth to begin with. That's where I can help you the best. As I've said, it's one of Haven's main purposes." This is what she'd wanted to tell me all along, and I wasn't the only one who leaned forward, eager to hear what she had to say. "Let's start at the beginning," said Dr. Frankler, "Let's talk about how supernaturals came to be."

"For so long, I was in denial. I told myself that it was my brain playing tricks on me. I was sleep-deprived and imagined all the things I thought I heard and seen. However, when Dea and I were attacked, I forced myself to swallow down my delusion so I could face the truth. You weren't human and I knew I had to find out exactly what you were. So I began my research. Again, I felt insane going through folklore and legends about creatures that were all part of a fantasy world. I gathered all the information I could and then matched it up to the characteristics that matched you. From the shift of color in your eyes to the way you growled. The way your nails extended into sharp talons. The way y