Novel & Cerita Trickster Supernatural

I say holding a finger up to my lips, to tell Crimson to be silent. “I think you should come home, Tawny. It’s not safe for you in Cambiador.” I’m confused, a little shocked but mostly pissed, “Why the change of heart Hunji?” “I don’t trust Crimson. What he is.” “And what do you think he is?” Nobody outside of Cambiador, except Tolba, knew what Crimson was. Unless word had spread that quickly. “He’s a Skinwalker. A shifter that can change forms. Chakor has been posing as Tobias here in the Kodiak Kingdom as well as in Riocht.” Hunji begins to explain.

“When it grabbed me… when it looked at me…” The Priestess shook her head slowly. “It is not possible. The Trinax are creatures of the sleep world, born from shadow and despair. They haunt the mind, force you to relive every regret, every path not taken, every wound you’ve hidden. Stare into their true face for longer than ten seconds, and madness claims you. But they cannot sever the gift of a Moonwhisperer. That power is woven too deeply into the soul by the Moon Goddess herself.”

“Ahh dad it hurts, I can't do it. I won't be able to pull it through” Terrick is going through his first transition. And like everyone else, it hurts. His bones are shattering and bending in the wrong direction. This is a world fill with supernatural creatures such as witches, vampires, and wolves. And the humans who are here are ignorant of the existence of these supernatural creatures. Terrick is the alpha's son and soon to be alpha. His father Marcus Clarkson rule the moon pack with integrity, equality, and strictness. He is the supreme Alpha, the ruler of all other alphas.

Distributing his energy to the girl, because the girl had used her power to fight the slimy ghost. Xander ran without a clear direction, he didn't hear Tristan's voice. Xander closed his eyes and "Xander…!" Xander opened his eyes and immediately found Tristan making a soft voice. Xander stared at Tristan who was trying to restrain himself from the ghost. Xander looked at Tristan. The man immediately did a back jump and Brukk — Tristan kicked the ghost. Then spread the powder, making the figure immediately scream in pain. Not long after that, the ghost figure also disappeared.

I let them act on me and got a little grip on myself. “I’m wasting my breath,” I grunted. “You’re not even a man anymore.” “What!?” he cried. “You’re just a puppet of the demons you’re feeding.” He stiffened and looked down at me, like taking mortal offense. A glance at Trisha’s phone made him wear his glasses correctly and pull down his jacket. “If I had any holy water left, I’d show the world what you really are,” he replied. “Wanna prove me wrong? Stay the night and I’ll be coming to cleanse you at sunrise,” I said, flashing the most patronizing smirk I could manage. “Or you can leave now and prove me right.”

The shocking revelation put Huguely in a steeper state of anxiety. He knows what you are. Wait a minute. Did you say that you went to the Dean’s office to find a statue? Madison asks. Does that mean he is the one who is causing all these monsters to go after us? That guy always did seem a little too nice for my comfort. June said. But I never thought he would be some monster-making psychopath. I am afraid it is a little more specific than that, Huguely said. I had my suspicions earlier but now they have been confirmed. Dean Trask is a warlock and an immensely powerful one at that.

Like every other tracker, he had a symbol engraved on his forehead and inscriptions on his body. Trackers are supernatural beings known to have the power of tracking people, whether dead or alive. And unlike werewolves, vampires, witches, and humans, they didn't have a territory, they just dwell amongst anyone. Furthermore, they were very rare, making me wonder why one is lurking around my territory, why is he here? The man on the wall glances up to look at me with a sinister smile playing at the corner of his lips. "King Alister," he said, before letting out a peal of crazy laughter. "It's good to see you." He was bold and fearless as he spoke and his gaze never left mine.

Because fuck, I didn’t know what he was. “You don’t even know what your childhood friend...is?” She says, concerned even more now. “I..” “Hailey, I...Look..I’ve been with my share of people, supernatural creatures. I’ve met all of them. From Fairies to witches. And I’m sure what I smelled.” “He’s a tribrid.” “What?” I shout, frantically. “Yes, Hailey, he’s a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch. He’s a tribrid.”

He replied. "Tristan as I said earlier isn't who you think he is, he is a supernatural being. It's a lot complicated and I don't even know how to explain it but Tristan Stone is currently not in this world and the man occupying Tristan Stone's body is Tristan of the shadow moon pack," she explained. "As in a Werewolf?" Simon asked with his brow creasing. "Yes," she replied simply.

“I have never met someone like you before. You know, with powers.” Tristan strokes her arm. “She is usually very friendly, but the last few days have been hard on her. Can you, perhaps, let us spend the night in the pack? I would have made other arrangements, but I did not plan on Sinn and the feral rogues attacking us.” “You know of Sinn?” Tristan tugs on the collar of his jacket, exposing his neck to me. Even with only the ghostly light coming from the moon, I can see a scar on it, like someone had tried to cut off his head. “Unfortunately, I was unlucky enough to meet Sinn.”