Trickster Supernatural Novels & Stories

The girl murmured with a shiver. “No. He was my partner. The thing killed him. I think it might be gone, though.” “Are you human?” She asked breathily. “I’m not. We’re state trackers. Humans are hunters. Trackers are supernaturals who are trying to help control the bad supernaturals.” He explained. Humans rarely learned about things that didn’t affect them, like the difference between hunters and trackers. He didn’t mind. Explaining things was actually relaxing him. Though he was still on guard, he wasn’t jumpy anymore.

And there he was. The monster himself. The nightmare I thought I had escaped from was standing right in front of me, a cruel smile spreading across his face. Luke Paul stood with both hands tucked into the pockets of his expensive trousers, his head tilted slightly as he looked down at me. His eyes were filled with twisted satisfaction, as if he were a hunter staring at the prey he had finally trapped. And I was that prey.

I try to think of a reason why a literal child would want to marry an old wrinkly man but for the life of me, I cannot figure it out. All I can think about is that maybe it's a power bond. Perhaps it was a prophecy again because knowing the child that they have created. That part of the puzzle is now being completed. Tristan is half Siren Wolf and half Rogue. That was why Larkin said he was the last of

"A what!?" "Isn't that black magic?" "Not necessarily." "What are you summoning?" Axil asked. "It's a trickster demon. I've read in a book once that they have the ability to take the form of whomever they've been in contact with, apparently tricking kids into going down to hell with them." "Umm that's not worrying at all." Liza trailed off. "Don't worry. Once I've summoned it, I have a way of controlling it." "Isn't it dangerous?" Axil asked.

“Something bad is going down in the Institute. They’ve been asking questions about me. One of the doctors wanted to run some tests on me. They had all kinds of devices that I’ve never seen before. I think they were going to do something more than a standard test. Thankfully, one of the others became violent, and they let me go before they could do anything.” Traeger’s smile is helpless as he sets me down on his lap and wraps his arms around me. Feeling the touch of his toned thighs against mine. I become more aroused. However, I manage to control my craving long enough to listen to what he has to say. “We snuck back in after one of the doctors let me go and found out some really important th

Saoirse caught him, lowering him to the gravel. Silence returned to the tunnel, broken only by the sizzling of Crawler flesh. Garrick stood up slowly. He looked at the carnage. Dozens of dead monsters. He looked at Jora’s body. Then he looked at Tristan, who was shaking violently in Saoirse’s arms. "Iron and Gods," Garrick whispered. "What are you?" Tristan looked up. His nose was bleeding. His eyes were fully violet, glowing in the dark. "I am the storm," Tristan croaked, a delirious smile touching his lips. Then his eyes rolled back, and he slumped against Saoirse’s chest.

“ what do they want? “ I asked Sedrick who only grunted. I thought he wouldn’t reply to me till he started talking. “ I don’t know if you remember what or whoever you are, you’re a rare kind of wolf called a supernatural, according to history, mating with you would make a male alpha wolf stronger” I hadn’t even hurt anyone before; where did they want me to get power from? As if he knew my question, he just shrugged. “ Tristan wants power, he wants to be a part of the high council, his father was killed by a supernatural, so to avenge he’s been wanting to mate with one to get power but the one that died wasn’t much that’s why he was happy when you came, the story ends there” his voice has ret

I stared down at the assembly of wolves, their eyes wide with the predatory hunger I had once been foolish enough to mistake for kinship. "You're a scavenger, Xender," Tristan Blackmoor hissed, his hand clamped around my wrist with enough pressure to crush bone. "You stole from Tricia. You stole from this pack. Do you think we don't know what you are?" I didn't flinch. I twisted my arm, the movement fluid and predatory, and shrugged him off. I didn't care about the bruises forming on my skin. I cared about the truth.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."