Who Wrote Supernatural Books Novels & Stories

"I think it's 'NEKON'S.' map." "Nekon?" Luna leans to take a peak too. The more weird the tittle us, the better. That she had learned after years of been a devoted reader. "It's a supernatural novel of two worlds I planned out some months ago." "Supernatural novel." Her ears perked up at the information. It just had to be her favourite gerne. "Is it out yet?" "Huh–yes." "Can I get a link, or maybe a website I can get a hard copy." Her eyes brighten up like an adorable puppy. Infecting Salvador with a grin.

“Nathaniel. He’s the one who read it in this really big, old book.” “The Supernatural Book?” Nana knew of it. Of course she did. “You know it?” I looked up at her and she nodded. “I know of it. But never have I seen it. Written by the first Hybrids from whom the entire supernatural bloodline came from” She whispered. “So, it’s true then?” I asked her. “All of it…it’s true?”

I wondered how or who had created him. My guess was Suzana. She seemed to be everywhere. She had a hand in all the supernatural creatures starring on earth today. She was the cause of all these. She was the one that began them all. I didn't know what kind of feeling I was having, but I guessed that she was coming. And for what other thing than Faith?

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

Especially with a demon. One of my first books had been about a werewolf and a succubus. It was one of the most terrible things I’d ever written, but was hugely popular. That book was what gained me the following that kept us fed before we started robbing banks. This was nothing like I had written.

I questioned myself while rushing through the palace corridors toward the library. Upon reaching the palace library, I was confident that there must be some information related to what I had witnessed earlier in the books. If such information existed, then we couldn't afford to rest, as everyone's safety was at stake. Stepping into the library, a place I hadn't visited since getting close to Ramirez, I scanned the room and spotted the werewolf librarian in charge. "Do you have any books about the supernatural?" I inquired, not quite sure what to call it. "That depends on which aspect of the supernatural you're interested in. There are many books on the subject, so you'll need to specify," th

It was a revelation that left her spellbound. Astrid's journey through the pages began with the Werewolves, the very first Supernatural creatures, conceived by the Moon goddess Serene, whose celestial name is Luna. Over 200 million years of history unfurls before her eyes as she learned about the intricate hierarchy and the rich tapestry of their past.

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I push my backpack under my desk at Supernatural Studies and smile at Melanie that she returns. Professor Ward bustles inside with her braided hair tied back at the nape of her neck. "Good afternoon, class." She sounds almost like she's singing a song. We repeat her phrase and I pull out my notebook, ready for her lecture. She has a way of making the stories and social studies of the supernatural feel like a fanciful fairy tale. Where I can ignore the reality of vampires draining people of blood, of werewolves ripping humans to shreds, or witches hexing and cursing people.

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories