Unnatural History Novels & Stories

You never know if the history of your acquisition can affect your future. That's all for now and I, the Diwata, the Storyteller of The Supernatural Spa, would like to invite you to come back soon for more thrilling stories about the other worlds. Good night and fare thee well...

The command over men's psyches of the vestiges of the awesome past, the past of history, legend and fantasy, immediately verifiable and fabulous, extending back and back into ages that can yet be induced, is half-mysterious in premise. The inebriation, without a moment's delay so powerful thus sincere, isn't the heartfelt despairing incited by broken pinnacles and disintegrated stones; it is the taking off of the creative mind into the high empyrean where immense scenes are gone head to head with fantasies and dreams; it is the shocking effect of world history on its astonished beneficiaries. The past must mean a certain something, horrendous or stunning, however never in the middle.

I'd left Canada and continued my reign of terror all over the world. "I'll never forgive you, Jacob. I'm only grateful you took me back when I became somewhat sane." Two decades ago. When I started dreaming about her. "Are you sure the Unnaturals have nothing to do with this?" He probed and sat down. "You've killed enough wolves in your search to know that the Unnaturals probably don't exist anymore or are really just good at not being found. That myth is what it is. A myth." When he didn't respond, I sighed and sat beside him.

Old Katty would have blotted out her mind. “Fine! ”I spat. He had some books in his hands, old and dusty, the biggest books I've seen ever. “what's that for? ” “it's yours to read. ” he shoved other books aside and dropped it on the table. “you don't need all these but this. ” he said. “This book holds all the secrets of this land and no one except the Royal Family is allowed to open. You should study it well, especially the maps and the prophesies. Hopefully, you'll find yourself in them. ”

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

The rain stopped three days ago, yet the ground continued to release steam as if it were smoldering from deep below. Across the valley, wolves murmured about unusual lights shining through in the forest and howls that didn't belong to any known pack. Something ancient was stirring. --- Inside the cabin, Lydia was wide awake. The air around her hummed softly, as if the world was in a normal state of balance, waiting for her to break the silence. The glowing ashes she had noticed hadn't cooled; instead, they beat alive steadily, full of life and warmth.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

His mind was more refreshed now, no longer languid and lethargic now that he was out of the Heaven's Bane's domain of influence. "So, Heaven's Bane, eh?" he mused. The name still sounded ludicrous to him. A tad silly even. Only a child could ever come up with something as ridiculous as vanquishing the rule of the Natural Law. The Natural Law is not a dictator or a tyrant that oppresses all mortal beings. It was the most supreme set of laws that governed Nature and everything in it, such as the coming and passing of seasons and the growing and wilting of plants and flowers. It was absurd to think that one could wield enough power to overthrow the rule of the Natural Law, no matter who that en

Well, mostly hers. Unfortunately, In her excitement, Vivian failed to notice the ancient artifact sitting precariously on the edge of the mantelpiece. As she continued to celebrate, her arm swung wildly, knocking the artifact off balance. It crashed to the ground, shattering into several pieces. "Oh, shit!", She cursed as all her jubilation immediately came to standstill. Staring at the broken artifact, Vivian's excitement evaporated into a mix of guilt and panic. She vividly remembered Anthony telling her that that artificial was the the most important and most valued artifact in the house. Not only was it very expensive, but it was something that was passed on to him by his father. It was

Inside his sanctuary, Ryan found Arina, his unexpected guest, admiring the artwork that adorned his walls. "Do you like it?" Ryan's inquiry was sudden, catching Arina off guard, flooding her senses with a rush of emotions. She bowed her head in a mix of surprise and uncertainty, unsure of how to respond to the king's unexpected attention. "Apologies, king," Arina murmured softly, her voice barely audible as she averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the unexpected intimacy of the moment.