روايات وقصص ضمن Unnatural History

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...

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.

“Us?” “Yes, us” I felt the need to say other things rather than ask questions. At this point in my life, there are some things I'll have to find out myself. “Mum, I have something to show you” I opened the cupboard by my bed and brought out the stone. “This, I was given by a druid, a ghost” I said. “A druid or a ghost?” She was examining carefully. “I don't know. He disappeared” "He's not a druid then. Druids don't believe in stones. He's not a ghost either.” She paused “The stone, it's familiar”.

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-

He hooked my arm in his and we walked back inside. Turning into the first door, I gasped. The entire room felt like home! The walls were covered in paintings and tapestries of wars where the beasts were fighting right beside the vampires and, sadly, vampires were fighting each other. The art was exquisite and I wasn’t surprised when Fynn explained that it all came from the castle. Apparently, it was thrown out centuries ago and the beasts somehow got their hands on it. As we moved through the room, I saw books that looked very old and Fynn explained that those books contained what he called “the true history of what happened”. I wasn’t so sure about that. I would have loved to just curl up a

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

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.

She touched his hand, "Hey ... relax ... I got this ... you're underestimating my survival skill, like you said ... animal instinct, I think it's embedded in our DNA to find a way to survive when we need it most." He nodded, not the least bit convinced. He didn't want to sound condescending, he chose not to say anything. Her instincts probably have never been exercised and polished since the day she was born. Like any caged animals in the zoo, they would have to re-learn everything once they were back to their natural habitat. Most may not even survive and had to be placed in a sanctuary instead. "Or ..." she looked at him intently. He waited for her next sentence. "You can come with me? I'l