Toni Supernatural Novels & Stories

/-Alora-/ I couldn't afford to be afraid of Tyrone, even though his shadow was contagious, and the world around me whirled around me like a swift whirl, with motions, darkness, and, finally, disarray. My entire being felt alive, with electricity pulsing through my veins. Tyrone's return wasn't because he felt sorry for his actions; it was because Alison's child had been torn apart by a supernatural force in the form of a beast. Randall seemed totally at ease beside me, his stare never leaving me, as if he sensed the increasing force inside me. I could feel him; he was at my side, and the latter's whispered words of support reminded me that I was not alone.

(I’m sorry, Xassin, but I wasn’t able to find my way after all. She let go. Falling into the dark abyss of raw psychic power, she felt the distinct energy of something she grew to be terrified of. Something that made her still have nightmares. Him. The Slenderman. She screamed as she collapsed to the ground. She could see him now. Floating just above them, his completely blank face staring down at her, just as he did the night he took her to his master. (StIlL wEaK aS aLwAyS...), it said, and reached down to grab her as she continued screaming. “Hey! Snap out of it!” It was Tony. Slenderman was gone, so was the dark psychic energy she felt. “Did...did you see that?” she blurted out, terrifie

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, louder now. “Witch. That’s what you are, right?” The lab went silent. A beaker clinked. Dr. Yoon dropped her clipboard. Someone gasped. I felt all their eyes on me. Judging. Wondering. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my voice more steady than I felt. Jonas pointed a finger at me like I was some kind of cursed artifact. “Tony died after being with you. You’ve been talking to shadows. You vanish at night. How long are you gonna pretend you’re normal?”

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.

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

he rasped. A second figure stepped forward, her eyes glowing red. “Then it begins.” “She will come for the others,” the first one said. “And when she does, we’ll be ready.” He grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “The Queen of Supernatural has risen. And soon... she’ll kneel.”

… Drunken Tony was an outcast from his pirate ship, he was saved by Misha father who used to practice black magic however he kept it to himself in fear to get killed by Siren… As time passed Tony got interested in Misha father Basant black magic and started practicing it, after Misha father death he even initiated a ritual to sacrifice a human Man to Siren… when Damon tried to oppose this he threaten him to expose his truth and entire Siren and Merman village truth to villagers of Nakota and neighboring kingdom… Yes! Through Misha, Tony was aware of everything that was related to Siren… including their strength and weakness…. Misha a Siren was black ship amongst her Siren village….

Her skirt hugged her thighs, still sticky from last night’s charge with Big Daddy, the scent of sex faint but there. “I know you know who I am” she said, voice ice cold and sharp. “And why I’m here. You sick fucking pricks.” Toni circled a glowing super-machine, bat dragging on the floor, scraping metal, eyes wild with destruction. “This one looks expensive” she said, lifting it high. Rex lunged forward, hands out. “WAIT—we’ll terminate everything. Every link to Big Daddy. Please.” Screens flashed red across the room, deleting files, smashing hard drives with frantic hammers. Big Daddy tried to step forward, stuck, servos whining high-pitched, his massive frame trembling.