True Blood Supernatural Creatures Novels & Stories

“However, you can see through such illusions. All supernatural beings can do so.” “I’m not a dragon,” he relays, confused. Ah. So he probably cannot transform then? I offer him a small smile. “Perhaps not to the extent I first assumed, but you have the blood. Though there are more than just dragons. Werewolves, vampires, or Ancient Ones as the pure-bloods wish to be called… pixies, mermaids, many things exist, right under the noses of humans.” “Why can’t I see those?” Max asks, curious about my answers.

Now, all he needs to do is back up this evidence with more photographs that show Sarah is indeed the manananggal. Acting swiftly, he groped for his phone in his side pocket and dialed the number of the Spirit-Hunters, a group of individuals from various walks of life who have devoted their lives in hunting down ghosts and mythical creatures. Through them he knows light will be shed on the mystery behind the death of his parents. This group is well-known all over the world for cracking the code on the most difficult cases. Hiring them can cost Mark a huge sum of money, but this does not bother him. He would exhaust all the resources that he has if only to catch the killer and get his vengeanc

He was not just no eating and no sleep weak but a real weak one, like he will collapse often while walking, he often vomits blood and often faint. Everything, Every person has a weakness and that weakness could be the death of them. Alex did all this to save David but what he didn't know was that David will eventually die if isn't alive. True Blood, as much of a beast they are, they still have a weakness and that is staying away from their mate. A true Blood can't survive if they stay away from their mate for too long, and if the mate is dead, they will die eventually. Alex was not showing any signs of life but Grandma and others were not at all going to give up. David would die if Alex didn

It was creatures of a different kind. Initially, they believed it to be wolves, and the White-Wolf house, whose current leader is Nael, was summoned. But the analysis of the corpses showed the same symptoms. The bodies were all drained of their blood, and there were bite marks on their carotid arteries. From holes caused by sharp canines. For the first time in the history of the supernatural world, an unknown and uncontrollable species appeared. Vampires... Beings with a human appearance and diaphanous skin whose abilities rivalled those of witches and wolves.

[“He is quite the gentleman, don't you think?” I don't know what to say to that. She inhales loudly. ...[”Anyways, this is a trance—if you may call it that. This is all spiritual, darling.”]... The space between my eyebrows creases. It is hard to get used to hearing people say things like this. No, fuck that, it is hard getting used to any of this. First, a fallen angel? Then, Vampires? Human-like creatures with one eye? More creatures with octopus tentacles? Ghouls? Werewolves? Now, ghosts of myself? It is all overwhelming, but I do need to see this through. I want the truth.

Instead, I was more concerned about the ugly blotch of paint clinging to the breast area of my short blush pink dress. It wasn't about having paint on my dress or hands. It was about the triggers it unleashed. It was about the memory lane it took me down. A few days ago, my world was just bleak, almost non-existent until I was forced to confront the fact that humans weren't the only ones walking the face of the earth. There were things among us. Demons, monsters—Vampires. Supernatural creatures had perfected the art of passing off as humans. Things that should have been products of fiction and myths were as real as they could get.

The truth had to come out, no matter how difficult it may be for her to hear. I took a deep breath, my eyes locking onto hers, "Eden, I need to tell you something. Something that you may find hard to believe." Eden's brows furrowed as she leaned in, her heart racing with anticipation. "Okay, tell me," she said. I let out a sigh, the weight of my world on my shoulders. "I am sure you know that we are not the only ones out there. There are other supernaturals, like vampires, wolves and witches. We also have the deadly hunters and, unfortunately, we've been in a feud with them for generations."

We both turn around simultaneously, and what I see makes my blood freeze in my veins. Emerging from the swirling mist are creatures that defy every natural law I've ever known. They appear to be vampires, but twisted into forms that have no meaning in any reality I understand. Their shapes shift and flow like liquid shadow, constantly changing yet maintaining a consistently terrifying essence that speaks of death and decay.

at the same time, the fairy drew close to Brawen as if to protect her. Brawen tried to concentrate, her small lips trembled: "It's... Zombie". At the same time, around Brawen and Julie out of nowhere, seemingly rotting corpses began to surround them. In TV series or occult novels, it is said that vampires always overwhelm humans with their superhuman physical abilities. But realistically speaking, with scientific technology reaching its peak today. Vampires seem to only be able to overwhelm humans in terms of beauty. Because from reality, it only took two fairly ranked hunters to be able to take down a C-rank vampire or lower.

And inside them, horrors. Creatures that had once been supernatural beings, now twisted into new forms. Some were screaming. Others were too far gone to make sounds. Wolves with vampire fangs growing from their spines. Vampires with crystalline witch magic erupting from their skin. Hybrids that defied description, their bodies rejecting the transformations but kept alive through magical intervention. I wanted to vomit. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I spun. Luna stood at the end of the corridor, wearing a white lab coat splattered with blood.