Supernatural Eileen Novels & Stories

Or would the combined might of the Supreme God Destroyers crush him, leaving Fen's path of destruction unchecked? The situation took a dire turn. Lady Susan, a skeletal figure cloaked in swirling mist, materialized beside Ryan. Her eyes, glowing with an unnatural green light, held the promise of a horrifying demise. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of potent poison, a sickly green mist that rolled towards Wilson. The other Supreme God Destroyers, emboldened by their leader's recovery, charged at Wilson. A whirlwind of claws, fangs, and raw power engulfed the old wolf. He fought with a desperate ferocity, his secret technique still humming at the edge of his consciousness.

"Protocol dictates that the current ranking members, Alpha Orion and Luna Thalia, Betas Caspian and Sabine Vesper, my parents Gamma Alistair and Sloane, and Deltas Willa Sterling, Lowell Graves, and Killian, must all be present. The future ranking members, the affected parties, and the witnesses have to be there to hear the charges and argue their case before a final decision is made." "Crap," I mutter, rubbing my face with my hands. "That means June will have to be there. But she’s still completely in the dark about all this... about werewolves, the packs, and her place in it." Silas lets out a long sigh, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe. "I'm sure she’s not as clueless a

I imagined my hand as a vacuum, pulling the poison out of his blood and into the violet crystal. ​Julian screamed as the blue light bled out of his wound, spiraling up my arm and into the blade. The Scythe turned a dark, bruised indigo, vibrating with the trapped energy. ​The wound began to close. Julian’s breathing leveled out. ​"You did it," he breathed, his hand reaching out to touch my face. His touch was warm again. The clinical coldness was gone. "Elowen, you just performed a supernatural extraction. That should be impossible."

The scent of cedar and premium tobacco wrapped around her—a scent she had learned to associate with danger. "I told you the serpent was a better companion than the kitten," a low, melodic voice vibrated against her ear. "You look like a ghost, Evelyn. Or perhaps a corpse that forgot to stay buried." Lucien Hale. He didn't wait for her permission. He lifted her effortlessly, his grip firm and clinical. As he carried her toward the sofa, Evelyn’s hand instinctively clutched at his lapel. Her skin was searingly hot, her tremors violent enough to shake them both.

"Since then, she’s been trying to solve the murder case that happened in school." "Wait," my husband cut in. "The same one that was ruled a suicide?" "Yes, sir," Zane replied. Then, a breaking news flash came through the flat TV screen on the wall, showing Elena Scarlet’s picture. "Oh, please don’t tell me this made it to the news," I muttered angrily. "Elena Scarlet has solved the death case previously ruled a suicide," the reporter stated. "She has finally exposed the real killer—Rosa, a close friend of the late Gloria. Elena is currently unconscious but stable at the hospital," the reporter added.

Arya added turning to Eileen who also nodded her head. “Yes Arya. You are totally right; your mother was a very powerful woman. She was really amazing as well” Eileen replied and Arya nodded. “Did you know my mother?” Arya asked quietly and Eileen shook her head. “No, but I was told stories. Lots of them, about the most powerful chief priestess that the werewolf world that ever seen. There were even rumours that she was blessed directly by the moon goddess” Eileen replied. “Moon goddess? What’s that? Who’s that?” Arya asked and Eileen smiled chuckling lightly.

v: "I never told you to trust me,'' I said. "Ace, do you think we can trust her enough to leave Mia here" I hear Damian ask his wolf. Magic. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sybil Leek and I was born on February 22, 1917, in England (A/N: Yes she is a real person, and if you don't believe me g****e her). I moved to the USA when I was 20. The whole world thinks that I died of cancer in 1982 but I am still alive living in the world of the supernatural. I met Jessica's parents when I was visiting an old friend of mine. They came and asked me to help them protect their little girl because they knew that they didn't have much time, And that was 10 years ago on new years eve.

Always watching. Always listening. And somehow he never looked nervous no matter what situation he walked into. Like he understood more than he should. Eileen suddenly shoved the bottle back into my hands before turning toward the door. “Where are you going?” I asked immediately. “To find him.” I blinked once. “That’s your plan?” “Yes.” “That’s a terrible plan.” Eileen looked completely unconcerned. “If he’s a shapeshifter, I’ll figure it out.” “You can’t just attack people because they seem suspicious.”

, she was never spending anytime with Adam She ups her pace, quickly rushing around the kitchen pulling more and more things out of the cupboards and from shelves “Are you a witch?” She shakes her head at me as she works. “I just like to know what I am dealing with” She orders me to hold Charlie’s mouth open, and she goes to pour something into it when I stop her “Please don’t kill her”. I couldn't lose her again Eileen smiles at me “I have no intention of killing her, she is a vital part of the supernatural world”

Skylar takes a deep breath and says, “That’s okay Scar, why don’t you and your new friend come join us later?” “Sure…” Elizabeth frowns and takes a deep breath as she looks at the female who spoke, she shakes her head as another soft female voice seeps into her head and whispers, “She is a Succubus… Very rare and very powerful…” --------- Elizabeth I frown even more at the sound of the female in her head as it isn’t Clara but it was a voice that I have heard before. Not paying attention to the others around me, I concentrate on the other female inside her head and whisper,