Danielle Supernatural Novelas e Histórias

We've heard of the Headless Horseman, Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Mummy... All male supernatural and paranormal monsters. But what about the female ones? Can't we give them a chance and see what stories they have to offer? Well, we are doing that now in this chapter of the Supernatural Spa and I truly hope you like these tales that were personally experienced by some of my friends at PAS and Paramdam. Enjoy! +++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Hide and Seek

In fact, he had no grudge against all races in general, except for the Boleyn. "Hmm?" Balan glanced back in exchange for a disgruntled squeal from Eden ("Watch out for them to see me!"). Boleyn was an extremely excellent coven, especially in the field of enchantment. Eden broke a love spell belonging to Anna - the sweet daughter of Supreme in Coven Boleyn and the first in this generation to have a wand. Then all of them started to tend to stalk and quarrel with him. "Have not they stopped yet?" Balan twitched his lips, clearly holding back a laugh.

I kick it for good measure. A deep chuckle makes me whirl around. Standing there is Jacques with a crooked smile that makes my heart speed up. "Good to see you haven't lost your touch, Daniella." "What? No, I'm Brene." I roll my eyes. Guess I'm turning into a pro here since this is my third resurrected ghost lover. "Wait. We have to get Ben and Kiarr. Gwen put them into some kind of ghost prism jail thingy. Do you know how to get them out of something like that? And I totally need to repay Gwen for setting me up with first werewolves and me nearly dying from vampires."

I said nothing but continued crying, pointing at Danielle's dead body. "Alpha, you have to see this." A warrior spotted Danielle's lifeless body and called Miguel's attention to it. He followed my direction, his face falling as he spotted the body. "She died protecting me. It wasn't my mother, it was the other one- Matilda." I answered. He never left me but his gaze remained on Danielle. "How..?" His voice cracked. "The same way she had possessed Caleb and made him almost take his own life, she possessed Danielle and made her take her own life. I couldn't practice magic, not even the simplest spells. She made me watch…." I broke down in tears midway through my narration.

She knew she had made a right choice as they slowly ascended. Daniela sat meditating on her bed. She was already in a whole lot of trouble and she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she should do what she was about to do. She was already in a lot of trouble. Treason and then association with Clara who was trying to destroy home world and she was the only one who knew about it. Where was Stephanie? She couldn’t just sit idle anymore. She had to do something and what her mum said she saw, she saw her cause all that destruction by herself. Clara was the only Supernatural she knew who could take away powers, but now she was the enemy.

Unless something went wrong, that day's event provided her the perfect opportunity to make her move. Vernon and I moved through the crowd, raising our glasses in toast to each guest. When we reached Heidi, she smiled warmly and said, "Congratulations on your wedding, Daniella." I could see through her facade. The fact that she had stolen my real sister's place only intensified my contempt for her. Despite the storm of emotions inside me, I forced a smile and raised my glass in return. But before I could react, she pulled a knife from behind her back and lunged toward me. As the blade came down, my forehead creased, and my pupils dilated. In an instant, I seized her arm, locking it in a tight

Her hazel eyes glinted with a kind of mischief I'd never seen in them before. I knew her little time with Misaki changed a lot about her, but right now, I could clearly see what changed. This Danielle in front of me was increasingly bold and daring. She had no problem turning me on, even in the presence of over a hundred other people. If that isn't hot, then I don't know what is. "What I need...is your full, undivided attention or trust me..." She said, leaning close to my ear to whisper her next words.

Danielle pressed her lips together. "I've already had that moment," she said quietly. "I had it in the kitchen two weeks ago when I watched it heat soup and I understood that the real Dante would never heat soup in my kitchen again and this thing was the last face wearing his face that I would ever see." "And?" Marisol said. "And I survived it," Danielle said. "I'm still surviving it." Marisol looked at her for a long time. "There's one thing I didn't tell you before," she said. "That I should have."

Yeah, she's right; anyone with a laptop can edit something like this, right? "1909 in Scotland" I hear Jamie say from behind me. "This is one sick joke" I mutter warily, without turning to face him. "I know it's not very easy to believe but it's the real deal, Danielle" He says calmly. "Not very easy to believe?" I scoff "It is totally unbelievable" "You wanted the truth,Danielle" He reminds me. "Yes, and what you gave me is far from it" I finally turn to face him. "A total of 4 lifetimes" He says, his eyes glint with sincerity... I almost believe he's telling the truth.