Trickster Supernatural Novels & Stories

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

“Their true ruler resides within the Land of the Dead. For now, anyway.” Tristan sank into a crouch beside me, all too easily snapping out of his surprise. I saw his face first, pale and covered in dark veins as his blank eyes stared at me through the night. The way he moved, hobbling as he pushed past the bushes and hanging foliage, unflinching even with the knife protruding just below his left eye, struck a chord deep within me. His arms and legs moved as though they were heavier than the rest of him and dredged up a seemingly unimportant memory from my childhood.

“It's not that easy, Dorcas, he has this ability to get into heads and change perceptions. I had been doubting myself for so long. That was until I realized that he was doing something to my mind. He can get in my head and make me think things. Like the Jedi mind trick.” Trent narrowed his eyes,” what nonsense. Are you high or something?” “Please, believe me, I need help. The pack requires help. We can't run or hide. And Dorcas has been doing these strange rituals….” Flint said wildly. “What rituals?” Trent frowned. “Blood ritual, I saw him summoning an evil spirit who is giving him powers.” Flint was now babbling incoherently. He walked up to Trent and grabbed his collar. “He is serving the

To be alone is now just an option, not a harsh reality he had to accept. Ang tunog ng mga tawanan at pag-uusap sa labas ng bahay ang unti-unting pumuno sa sistema ni Lucas, at hindi niya mapigilang mapatingin sa direksyon kung saan ito nanggagaling. Deep inside, he was laughing at himself. His goal was to build a team to steal a certain tiara and accomplish his other intentions. However, he got something more than what he planned to achieve. Something he did not expect. Something he did not ask for.

And, as old as I was, I hadn’t been amused in a very long time. For this purpose, I was willing to see this through, slightly hopeful the amusement would continue. “You… want to escape too?” the tribute asked, looking at me. She had a rounded face that was pleasant enough on the eyes, and shoulder-length brown-blonde hair. Her eyes were a darker kind of brown and filled with emotion. Vampires learned to hide their true feelings, but this wolfless seemed an open book. I wasn’t prone to lying. With powers like mine, I found I didn’t need to deceive anyone anymore, to get them to do what I wanted. With her though, for this game, I was willing to play along.

Naomi fretted. "That won't happen. She wouldn't dare," Stuart answered confidently. He insisted succubi could only bind to one master for life. "Louisa is bound to me. She'll obey me." In the steam-blurred kitchen, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. Stuart's misconception ran deep. Nobody had ever told me a succubus could only ever have one master. If you end up with a bad one, of course you find another. I came out carrying the bowl just as Stuart was ranting about succubi being the lowest of creatures—dependent on a master's charity for love, with no path but death if they left him.

Standing in a clearing of white, surrounded by roses growing from the snow, impossibly red. She looked over her shoulder. Smiled. And spoke. “Why didn’t you come sooner?” My heart cracked. Then her smile twisted. And her face bled shadow. The roses wilted. Thorns turned to bone. And the woman before me exploded into mist. The ground vanished beneath my feet. Darkness swallowed me whole. I hit the snow hard, gasping for breath, the illusion shattering like glass. Sylvester stood above me, “I said don’t talk to it,” he growled, helping me up. “Trickster spirits. Feed off regret. You let one in and they’ll never leave.”

“Dwell malice in my soul, evoke destruction by his one growl. I call upon the God of death- Come forth, Anubis.” Moving his hand in the air to assert his dominance, a transparent image of Anubis began to form, explicitly large in size, holding his staff, controlled by Tristan. “Tristan…? Do you hold natural bloodlust?” Sir Zuka asked hesitantly, not believing his son had this much potential in him, “I sure do, Father.” He smirked maliciously. Everyone’s features hardered, not expecting he would be called Anubis, he intended to go all out to defeat Akzar for daring to hurt him.

Tristan immediately asked. “I am… the Soul Ferryman. Tristan Coleman, you have done a lot of evil things in life, bullying men and women. You’ve caused a lot of resentment in many people. Three hundred women and children have approached me, and they pleaded with me to send you down to Avicii and receive judgment from the king of hell. Now, I’ve accepted the tributes from those three hundred women and children, and I’m here to personally arrest you. Come with me and report yourself to the netherworld, won’t you?” Alex deliberately spoke in a coarse voice as he said those nonsensical things.

The doorway into the Fates' sacred chamber was thrown open by a blast of angry Chaos power. Tricksy stalked in, his aura blasting out to project the Orangelo feline form from when he originally received his powers. Underneath the semi-transparent figure, Agent's body was still visible. His furless ears were laid back and his pointy teeth were fully bared. "Every one of you twisted bastards owes me at least one favor. I am calling them in." Tricksy's voice echoed in the chamber, followed by a crack from his powers as his auric tail flicked in anger. "Give him back to me."