Supernatural X Reader Novels & Stories

I glanced at the front page, but at first, I didn't see anything that seemed significant. "Why are you making me read this newsp-" I began to ask, but my words trailed off as I saw the reason for Xavier's frantic behavior. There, on the front page, was a photo of Dante with a headline that read NEW YORK MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND BUSINESS TYCOON EXPECTING FIRST CHILD WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND LISA MICHAELSON.

He said, to which I rolled my eyes. I hissed as I leaned away from him and snorted. “I really thought you had something to say!” “And what makes you think that I do not?” He snapped back, his eyes serious. If I wasn’t planning to believe him earlier, then the look on his face was all the convincing I needed. I rushed out; “What do you mean?” “What I mean is that Xavier has a twin brother, Xander, who is like the prodigal son of the family. The only difference between him and the real prodigal son is that he never returned home and he is a well known brute who hates humans and vampires alike.”

“She uses her magic to stay young. I don't know, but she has lived for over two hundred years. Now, I didn't call you to tell you about Acelia’s powers. I called you here to tell you that we are all going to die if we don’t do the needful. Acelia had a vision and her visions are as real and certain as me and you.” Darrel told us that Acelia saw that there were Xirays in the human world. Xirays were demons that had only one mission— to kill werewolves. Xirays, from what Darrel told me, were black-eyed demons. The good thing was that no more than twenty Xirays could exist in the world at a time. Johnny took a sip of the tea Darrel offered us. “Tastes horrible.” “It's very good for you,” Darre

“I don’t… know how. No one has ever chosen a shared ending before.” “Then we make the rules,” Mia said. The child’s eyes widened. “You really are the Queen of Supernatural.” “Not a queen,” Mia corrected gently. “A keeper. A bridge. A storyteller.” “And stories,” Eryx added, “are strongest when told together.” The child’s trembling slowed. She reached out and placed both hands on Mia’s heart. Mia gasped as the realm surged. Then everything exploded. Not physically. Narratively. Emotionally.

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

Alex's hand gently squeezed my knee, telling me that he understood and that he was with me. However, in the anger that I now felt towards the Supernatural world in general for it's fucked up rules and politics, I had completely failed to notice one important detail between me and Alex…and how accurately he had just read my mind and found out my deepest thoughts so easily…as if the mating bond was already working its magic without me even being aware of it.

She picked it up and was about to keep it on the shelf when the title caught her attention. “Life of the Supernatural World,” Saraya read and paused. She stared at the book for a long moment before sitting on the floor and folding her legs beneath her. She started reading without realizing how much time passed. The book was about all supernatural kinds — vampires, werewolves, fairies, witches, demons, etc. Saraya, who was reading about werewolves, recalled Raf telling her that he was the Hybrid King.

“I will be on my way now, thank you once again, you will be seeing more of me.” “It was my pleasure.” As I began to move she called me. “What?" I asked as I turned around. “Do you know I have never felt inferior before any Supernatural? As a mindreader our powers are very limited yet I am very proud to be a mindreader.” “Good for you, reading people personal thought must be ideal... I'm sure you are having fun in my head right now.” “That is what I just realized, I have tried to read your mind but I can't.”

“Wow. How is this possible?” His mouth quirks shyly. “It’s possible. Trust me, I’m not the only one either. Mikhail is an angel/demon hybrid, Carrick is a werewolf, Rowan is a vampire, and my foster father, Alex, is a dhampir. Almost everyone I know is a supernatural being.” I huff in wonder. “Holy cow, does Haley know about Carrick? What about Nevaeh?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Um… Neveah knows about Khail, but I don’t know about Haley.”

“Martha failed to crush your spirit, and she will not lay hands on you or our son another day. I swear it.” Despite the deadly undercurrent in his tone at the mention of her tormentor, Xavier’s hold remained infinitely tender. Halle focused on matching her breaths to his strong and steady rhythm. Here, surrounded completely by Xavier’s warmth and devotion, she could finally allow herself to fully accept the miracle of their reunion.