Trickster Supernatural Novels & Stories

“They wanted names. Confessions. I gave them nothing.” “You think you know demons, Bunny?” He shakes his head. “I lived in a dungeon full of them. The only difference between them and me is that I had a reason to survive.” Was It Selene? Mom? The government? “Why?” A bitter, smug smile. “You.” VIBRATIONS!!! Tristan steps closer, wielding something long and large, its low hum slicing through the air. The gleam in his eyes frays my skin. My scream fades into the night. Car horns blare below, oblivious to the madness happening a thousand feet above them. The chains rub my wrist raw until blood chases down my palms.

She scoffed, "But yeah, stalker much?" “What?” I asked. “I’m a spy, it’s in my nature to notice things.” “Stalker would be a more appropriate term.” She muttered, and after pointing to my chicken lasagna, she moaned, “This is really good.” “Well, Spies are not very different from stalkers. Only that, most of the times, we have good intentions.” “I agree.” She said, “Except for when you trap young women into marrying you.” I stiffened at the direction the conversation was headed but when I looked up to find her smiling at me, I realised that she was just teasing me.

“That's usually the best way to trigger the full transformation once it's already started. Vampires go through a transformation too, you know. It's just subtler than ours.” “How do you know all this?” He shrugged. “I'm something of a supernatural enthusiast. Victor told you I'm a tracker, which is only partly true.” “You're a hunter, too,” she said, almost whispering. He grinned. “Not like them, more along the lines of what Darian does, but yeah. I wasn't born into it, but I track down the other supernaturals in our territory and, if they're a threat, I put them down.”

I also had a feeling he knew I wouldn’t leave without Conner. The book Travis had set out with the many creatures I found very appealing and I found myself intrigued with the many different supernatural beings that walk among us. As I looked through the book, I wondered what Travis’ other side of him was. One thing that I know for sure was the coldness of his touch was not from his warlock side and for some reason I wanted to figure out what he is so I know what I am dealing with.

"Were you brought back from the grave as well? Is that why you are familiar with this demon?" Lana shook her head slowly. "My return to this world is my nature. That is the Goddess’s purpose for me—over and over again." I frowned, the weight of her words sinking in. The way she spoke suggested her existence was a cycle, as if she had walked the earth in more than one lifetime. "The first time I encountered the Trickster, it was during my mother's time," she continued, a shadow of sorrow crossing her features. "She defeated it, but she never recovered from the cost of that victory. It claimed her life in the end."

“Oh my god…” Tristan raised his head slowly, a grin curling over his lips. His eyes glowed like coals buried in ash. “Am I that horrifying to look at?” he said, voice laced with mockery. The tray clattered to the floor. She backed up. “W-what…what happened to you?” He stood. The shadows followed. “I became something better,” he whispered, vanishing from one side of the room and appearing behind her in a blink. The scream barely left her throat before his blackened hand grabbed her head. Her body convulsed as he fed—dark wisps of her soul dragging out of her mouth, eyes, chest. She gasped once. Then nothing.

one of the wolf said growling but Travis just cracked his neck in response. "Maybe you didn't get to see what i am made of" Trivas said and drew out his hunter sword. "I vowed to eradicate the race of all supernaturals, since you want me to start with you, i will gladly." with that Trivas sped past one of the wolves and his head just rolled out of his neck. The remaining wolves growled and dashed towards him again but they lost their legs in return. Trivas finally struck their head with a rod leaving them to breath to death.

He yelled, making the ground tremble, “I see you know a lot about the supernatural creatures but it would take more than a golden stick to kill me! I’m Alectryon, the all powerful immortal trickster.” I snarled, prepared for another fight, “Well are we going to fight or are you going to try talking me to death.” With a growl, he leaped to the sky like a fucking cat and rushed towards me, his talons razor sharp. I’m going to have to chop off his skin for that blow to the chest. He tried to swing for myneck, but I easily dove under my stake next to his midsection, and I saw black blood flow out of him. What the hell? He’s changing parts of his body in some way just to divert me. He’s mixing di

My flesh had long since turned pale from the heat, and though my face still bore traces of agony, my eyes had been hollowed out, devoured entirely by the writhing maggots that burrowed in and out of my nostrils and ears, disturbed by the sudden exposure. Tristan's face twisted in horror as he staggered back a step, his hand instinctively clutching the silver cross necklace around his neck. His fingers trembled as they reached for something—anything—to steady himself, but instead, they landed on something soft, something sticky. A mass of crushed, wriggling maggots. With a strangled gasp, he jerked his hand away, shaking it violently, his voice unsteady. "Crystal, do you really think you can

Lycan Xander caught me before I hit the dirt. "He knows," the witch whispered. "He’ll come for you next. But beware… the one who betrayed you watches still." "Tristan," I said under my breath. She handed me a vial. "This will let you breach Dexter’s lair. But it will cost you. A piece of your soul." I didn’t hesitate. "I’ll pay it." She nodded. "Then hurry. The boy’s magic awakens. If Dexter breaks the seal… not even the gods will stop him."