What If Supernatural Creatures Don't Exist Anymore Novels & Stories

Damon says, and I look at him, nibbling at my tongue nervously. "Look, understand that we are also supernaturals, but you also should understand that we supernatural students are not the only supernatural creatures that exist in this underworld. There are also other supernaturals that roam about every single night, and they are not minors at all. They are those that carry around the ranks of the elderly ones or alphas, and they also roam around at night, picking up anything they can find as victims. If we are not strong and capable enough to defend ourselves and fight back, we might probably end up in their pet residence or probably in their meals." "Okay, enough of the frightening story," I

“Well… yeah, crudely put. We have assets which can change the aura around you and make you seem like you’ve disappeared. You’d appear invisible to angels who have been sent out to hunt you. We'd be able to move more freely and get to the generals easier.” “What kind of assets?” Serenity had only read about demons and angels. She knew about Skin Writers and Manipulators, but what else was hiding out there in the dark she didn’t know about. “Witches.” The silence in the room grew and she blinked. “Are you serious.” “Deadly. There aren’t just angels and demons and Skin Writers, Serenity. Every single supernatural creature you ever thought went bump in the night, is real.” “Oh, fucking wonderful

As soon as they joined us behind the veil, that sadness was wiped out completely. It didn’t take long for humans to expand even more, and soon most of the supernatural creatures were living their new lives beyond the veil. It was a part of life. The human condition, as Alice called it. It was just a part of the flow and I knew that one day we would rule the earth again. Supernatural creatures would one day fight back and take what was theirs.

They still had to keep a low profile to a certain extent. Humans still couldn’t know about the existence of supernatural creatures. Of course, some of them did and there were still those who hunted anything that wasn’t human, but humans in general who didn’t believe they existed had to keep on believing that. Anna had been inundated with reports about humans being told the truth and it had to stop.

“If they don't, let's say, exist, then how were humans even able to disclose exact information about them?” “They were supernatural beings, Calderon. Fictional. So, of course, there would be detailed descriptions and precise information.” “You would not be sure, like ever. I do believe that the history we read on books now is all flawed, manipulated, lacking.” “They have denied the rights to tell people about the fact. They didn't want their people to panic and live in fear. They would rather keep the truth and haunt those creatures down in shadows if they knew one exists.” “You have a point. But, unless I see one, I wouldn't believe them,” Macey's cheeks have puffed as she smiles toothily.

As if they’d not been speaking of this for weeks now in one way or another. “Exactly. Most of them. Close enough. The supernatural creatures here were lucky because they’ve somehow generate or found their own weaker form of magic to survive on. But it won’t go on forever. It’s a stop gap situation.” What Brigid said now was new and it had every set of eyes looking at her with dawning discomfort. Now, they didn’t know what that meant going forward. “That doesn’t make sense we’ve always lived like this. But the bomb was just a few years ago.” Raven said. Pointing out the obvious conflicts in the facts. She felt foolish like she missed something.

I asked. “I don’t have a number off the top of my head, but if you’ve heard a tale of a creature, then chances are that it is an immortal species. Such as Bigfoot, the Mothman, and Werewolves. Shifters of all kinds also exist. Not all of them live in this world either, but that’s a discussion for another time. With this being such a large city, it’s hard telling what variety of species are here at any given time,” he finished before tossing back his drink. “Why don’t you ever talk about your mother?” I asked, thinking about how much I missed mine.

His eyes were bright with excitement. This wasn't the broken man I'd left. This was Blake in his element. Political theater. Playing on people's fears for personal gain. "For years, certain individuals with... unnatural abilities have hidden in our communities. They look like us. They live among us. But they are not us." My blood went cold. He was really doing it. Exposing the supernatural world. "These creatures have superhuman strength. They can change their appearance. They hunt in packs like wild animals. And they have been responsible for numerous disappearances and deaths across the country."

~ Gabriel ~ Leaving the werewolf world was the hardest decision I had ever made, but it was something I owed to the past. For twenty-six years, I had never seen my biological human mother. I didn’t blame her for abandoning me. How could I? Nearly thirty years ago, she fell in love with a werewolf. She was brave enough to leave the human world and follow him to meet his people, hoping they would build a future together. But that dream was destroyed. A cruel monster named Lucious killed her fiancé right before her eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, he forced himself on her, and I was the child born from that terrible crime.

Her primary concern was to maintain equilibrium and prevent any single faction from dominating the others. She closed her eyes, delving into a trance, seeking guidance from the ethereal realms. The ancestors and spirits whispered their knowledge, revealing that a cataclysmic clash between vampires and werewolves would have dire consequences for all supernatural creatures. It wasn't just the werewolf packs who were in danger; the delicate balance of the entire supernatural world hung in the balance.