Trickster Supernatural Novels & Stories

To Yvonne's bewildered aunt, Nick said, “Woman, take your apprentice and flee. Forget you ever saw us, if you say anything, I'll find you and kill you.” Yvonne's aunt looked into Nick's cold eyes and saw that he was serious. She took Yvonne's hand and fled. Some days later, Trent disobeyed Nick's order not to hunt Yvonne and her aunt by going into town to look for them. Thanks to their unique occupation, it wasn't that hard for Trent to find them. That night, while Yvonne and her aunt were watching TV, their door was knocked down and Trent in lycanthrope form jumped in, attacking them.

Poor Isaac was killed by this sickish monster. "So what are you then? A shapeshifter?" I inquired with a disgusted look. "That's close enough. You see all these crappy books and fairy tale bullshit has gotten the whole world mind warped about the true concept of what exactly is a shape shifter but darling I am the real deal. I'm the all powerful trickster Alectryon" he boasted with an evil smirk. In all I learnt about how to kill a shape shifted was they could only be killed by either ripping out their hearts which was a messy option and would require me using my magic which I couldn't risk doing, the other way to kill one was by staking its heart with a wooden stake and honestly that option

The pack's once scarred reputation transformed into one of resilience and compassion. Torin's redemption extended beyond the boundaries of his pack. He works tirelessly to bridge the gaps between different supernatural factions, hosting gatherings where wolves, vampires, witches, and faeries can come together and find common ground. These gatherings become known as the Unity Gatherings, where old rivalries are set aside, and dialogue and understanding flourish. Through his humility and unwavering dedication, Torin has become a catalyst for change, fostering alliances and friendships that were once thought impossible.

It was also its own antidote. Cyrus finally let go of me and let me fall back onto the floor. He watched the faint glowing light under my skin, his eyes full of greed. "What are you hiding in that body of yours? Victor said you swallowed some Moon Essence. Hand it over, and maybe I'll let you die a little quicker." I could barely whisper. "You're never getting it." My answer angered Cyrus as he raised his hand, dark red energy gathered in his palm. It was the mark of someone who had betrayed the Moon Goddess and taken up forbidden magic. "Then take your secret to the grave and keep Sophia company in the underworld!"

This scheme proves better for Tribalan pack; less deaths, close to zero resistance. “Tribalan pack’s ghost Alpha may have not killed you literally, but he killed the Moon’s Wrath spirit in you, didn’t he?” Freck spits out, his shoulders tensing as he prepares his voice for a louder tone. “YOU ARE WORKING WITH THEM NOW, ARE YOU NOT?”

Lightning flashed and thunder crashed, as if the heavens were crying out against the injustice these spirits had suffered. Quinlan could tell that the spirits he'd once suppressed were ready to make their move. He immediately scrambled on his knees toward Tristan, his eyes wide with terror. "Mr. Marlowe, save me! They want to destroy my soul!" Tristan knew Quinlan had screwed up. If it had been anyone else, maybe he could've let it slide. But Quinlan was someone he'd brought into the Embercross Sect himself and watched him grow up. There was no way he could just stand there and watch Quinlan get his soul ripped apart by griefwraiths and never get to reincarnate again. So, Tristan made his mo

The pack began to cluster, understanding that their strength was in unity against this supernatural threat. *"This is why he's called the Mystic,"* Liam's thoughts reached Isla. *"Not just because he can shapeshift. But because he can literally become multiple versions of himself."* Isla watched, her heart racing. The battle that had seemed almost won now looked like it was just beginning—and this time, the rules had fundamentally changed. The multiple Darius figures began to laugh—a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, a chilling chorus of mockery that sent shivers down Isla's spine.

One such trick is to place a tracking curse on a target. It’s a very simple thing—or simple if you’re a supernatural creature. For a hunter, it requires preparation and perfect timing to put the tracking curse on their target. Because we are supernatural beings, especially Aidan, whose gifts lean more toward pulling off such magic, it requires concentration and the opportunity to touch the target.

I'm surprised this little shit knows about the probation deal. "If you're done, you can leave. I'll let him know you showed up. Is there a name I need to give him?" I pick at my nails, acting like I don't care. I don't, because there's nothing I've seen, nothing that remotely even supports the venom coming out of his mouth. It's pretty obvious, at least from someone who's been alone a long time, that Trick's been alone too. "G. You can remember it and scream it when he's making you come."

Eden grabbed the blue-haired guy's cold hand, his eyes sparkling brightly: "I'll take this bracelet too. I'll sell the blood if need be." Jin Iblisamal brushed Eden's hand away. Aside from his partner - the incubus who was always smiling downstairs - he refused all close skin contact, especially young wizard-in-training and his vampire brother. Jin didn't bear any grudge against these two. In contrast, he even liked them a lot. Both of them did not look down upon him. Many people have done that before being reminded in a friendly manner by him using his fist). The problem was that Balan had always been full of mint, a pungent smell like punching his nose and making him blush. As for Eden Nol