Supernaturalromance Stories

➺ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕. ➺ When a rare chess piece turns up at an estate auction in Florence, Sophia Drake is intrigued-not just by its craftsmanship but by the surge of visions it triggers upon touch. As an art historian with psychometric abilities (a tightly held secret), Sophia has encountered many echoes of history... but none so vivid or terrifying. ➺ Matthew Clairmont fanfiction [OFC] ✩ supernatural politics • ancient artifacts • prophecy and power • chess • mystery • vampires • witches • demons • angst • pinning ✩ 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 18+ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. Misfortune has followed Vivienne since the moment she was born. Living quietly with her grandmother, she has long accepted that her future holds nothing bright. That belief is proven true the night she meets a strange man in the cemetery and offers him a beer, unaware of the fatal mistake she has made. The Grim Reaper turns his attention to Vivienne, his fascination twisting into something dangerous and inescapable. Caught in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden feelings, Vivienne must make a choice that will change her life forever. But with the devil breathing down her neck, knowing what's right and what's wrong is no longer so clear. ♰ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Y/N L/N-Dracula was a different kind of Vampire than most. His dreams and ambitions died years ago. But then Wednesday Addams comes to Nevermore, and a bloodthirsty monster threatens her very life. He knows the risks, but he has to know her. Even if she doesn't want him to.

I stood there, her green eyes tracing me. Even without looking I could feel it. The quiet questions she held. Why did I do it? Honestly, I do not know. I just did. Guilt was all I felt. But I didn't move. I stood there and watched her leave - taking questions with her that even I could not answer. I watched him with nothing but curiosity. Not anger. Not hate. Just curiosity. As to what I could have possibly done to deserve it. He didn't look at me. Not even a glance. And somehow, I understood what I didn't know. Tied by war, fate, betrayal and guilt. Tied by responsibilities, roles and duties. Will they fight for what their hearts know is right? Or will they succumb to the cruelty of a world that was never on their side? ILLBOUND.

IT IS A SHORT STORY Zavian was the spring she had waited for, but when he returned to the stars, he became the autumn that never left. Are you ready to witness a love that defies the laws of the universe? Dive into the story now.

Seoul does not surrender its oldest secrets, and some oaths were never meant to be broken. They were meant to be chosen. When a Black American woman arrives in Bukchon with a camera and a curiosity that unsettles old wards, she does not expect the city to watch her back. She does not expect the man in the lantern-lit hanok at the end of the alley, the one who has spent four centuries waiting for something he could not name. He is not entirely human and has not been for a long time. The blade beneath his floor has been keeping count. Between them something ancient and deliberate stirs, and the spirits notice immediately. The moon has terms. A wound from the Goryeo era is not finished bleeding. A spirit in the Han River has been patient for four hundred years and has learned to mistake that patience for entitlement. And the city itself is watching to see what she does with all of it. This is not a soft love story. It is the kind that costs something real, that lives in the space between devotion and danger, between mercy and reckoning. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

Mystic Falls a quiet town full of eerie silence but no one knows what truly bumps in the night especially those who don't remember anything or the unexplainable occurrences that happen the night before. Families that have lived in mystic falls for centuries...how far back do they truly go, how many are there? What happens when the supernatural world needs to be corrected and balanced and there's those cryptids who deserve punishment. Who is truly safe during the day or at night? Copyright disclaimer- I do not own anything related to or owned by Creators of Vampires Diaries except for anything I originally created characters, places, etc.

A forced union. A cursed bloodline. A love that could burn kingdoms to ash. Alpha Kiera Velasquez was never meant to bow-not to fate, not to the Council, and definitely not to a man. As the feared ruler of the 7th District, she carved her empire with bloodshed and spine. But when the Elders demand she marry the elusive Alpha of the 13th District to stop a brewing war, she knows better than to believe in peace. It's a power play. A cage made of vows. Then she meets him. Asher Navarro. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. He doesn't roar-he whispers, and the world obeys. But behind his silver eyes lies a darker truth: he's not just wolf-He bleeds shadows. Bound by a prophecy older than the moon, their union doesn't end war-it ignites something far worse. A curse. A prophecy soaked in ruin. One destined to die. One destined to destroy. As forbidden magic resurfaces, assassins close in, and the cursed Black Court rises once more, Kiera must choose: Will she kill the man she's fated to love... or unleash him and watch the world burn? In a world where fate is cruel, loyalty is fragile, and love is the deadliest weapon of all-Only one will survive the eclipse.

**BOOK TWO** Evelyn Hart set them free. She watched the house fall. She carried their ashes home. She grieved, healed, and built a life that belonged only to her. She did everything right. So why does the universe keep putting the same three men in her path? A reckless stranger on a bicycle. A police officer with familiar kindness. An architect whose eyes soften when he looks at her. They don't remember Eldermoor. They don't remember dying. But something in them remembers her. Some loves don't end. They wait.

The Wedding House By Devin Wilson When renowned wedding planner Marianne Voss receives a mysterious invitation offering double her usual rate, she expects extravagance - not obsession. The job takes her to Durell House, a haunting mansion perched on the cliffs above the fog-drenched town of Cliffhaven. The bride, Evelyn Durell, is elegant, enigmatic, and impossible to read. She claims the house itself is waiting for the ceremony. But something about the estate feels alive. Mirrors breathe. Chandeliers pulse like quiet hearts. Music echoes in empty rooms. And the house seems to recognize Marianne. As the days pass, Marianne finds herself drawn deeper into Evelyn's strange world - a place where devotion feels like gravity and every hallway holds the memory of a vow once spoken. Yet the town whispers of promises that were never kept... of a bride who never left... and of a faceless figure that still dances in the mirrors after midnight. The closer Marianne comes to Evelyn, the more the house begins to change - listening, watching, learning the rhythm of her heartbeat. Because some houses remember love. And some houses hunger for it.

In a world where music is a literal drug, Lyra is the ultimate dealer. Known as the girl with the diamond voice, she is secretly a siren, using her supernatural vocals to keep the world under a hypnotic spell. She is the undisputed queen of the charts, untouchable and lethal, until the rumors of her unnatural influence start to threaten her empire. To save her reputation, her management crafts the ultimate distraction: a fake relationship with Silas, the gritty, unimpressed lead singer of an underground indie band. Silas is everything Lyra isn't-raw, messy, and brutally honest. But when they meet, Lyra discovers something terrifying. Silas is the only person on the planet immune to her siren call. While the cameras capture their staged kisses and scripted romance, a silent war breaks out behind the scenes. Lyra is determined to break his iron will, while Silas is intent on exposing the girl behind the shimmering mask. As the line between their fake life and real feelings begins to blur, Lyra has to decide if she's willing to lose her power to finally be heard by the one person who isn't listening. The neon lights are blinding, the paparazzi are circling, and the music is just the beginning. In the high-stakes world of pop royalty, the only thing more dangerous than a siren song is the truth.

She does not exist. Not in any record, any register, any list of court appointments inside the Joseon palace. Her role is forbidden to name, her abilities dangerous to acknowledge, and her presence essential to a throne that cannot afford to admit it needs her. She reads the heavens and decodes the lies hidden inside official documents and senses the spiritual corruption threading through the palace's sacred sites, all of it conducted alone, all of it in service of a crown that will never publicly claim her. He is the Crown Prince. Strategic, precise, and entirely capable of using power as a weapon. He has never looked at her. Until the court begins to fracture from the inside. The seal that the dynasty's founders paid enormous cost to install is being dismantled from within. The king is dying in a way no physician can explain. Someone has spent decades building a plan inside the fabric of the court's most sacred ceremonies, and it is days from completion. The only people who can stop it are a woman who does not officially exist and a prince who has just realized she does. What grows between them will not be simple. It will not be fast. It will cost them both more than either anticipated, built in dangerous proximity, under threat, in the slow accumulation of shared secrets and moral reckoning that passes between two people who were each shaped by the same brutal system and meet in the ruins of their own defenses. The darkness here is not decorative. The stars are not silent for nothing. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

"A werewolf princess. A vampire prince. One prophecy that could end them-or save their world." Enemies by blood. Bound by prophecy. On a cold, windy night, Lyra Moonfang - a fierce werewolf princess - is dragged into a dark alley by a stranger with crimson eyes and a wicked smile. A vampire. Her enemy. Before she can react, he whispers, "I want to love you," and disappears into the shadows. He shouldn't exist in her world. He shouldn't want her. And she definitely shouldn't want him back. But when destiny weaves their names into a forbidden prophecy, love becomes more dangerous than war itself.......

She dreamed of him before she ever met him. Rewan is used to strange dreams-but never ones that feel this real. Never ones that leave behind a face she can't forget. So when she sees him in the real world, she convinces herself it's just a coincidence. It has to be. Cassian, however, knows better. He doesn't dream. He hasn't in over a century. So how did she find her way into his? Drawn together by something neither of them understands, Rewan is pulled into a world that doesn't follow logic-one where secrets hide behind calm eyes, truths come at a cost, and not everything that feels like fate is meant to be trusted. And the closer she gets to Cassian, the more she begins to realize... Some connections aren't meant to be found. They're meant to be survived.

Shiloh Clearlake, a 19-year-old wolf pack heir and college sophomore, has spent his life protecting the coast and trusting his instincts. Everything shifts when Isla Winslow transfers in: quiet, guarded, carrying scars she won't explain and truths she can't speak. One night on campus changes everything, leaving her caught between two worlds-and dragging Shiloh into the storm with her. The first five chapters unravel slowly through Shiloh's eyes: fog-wrapped patrols along the pier, unspoken tension across library tables, whispers of something stalking their town, and the night he finds Isla blood-soaked beneath the rain. This is a supernatural romance where loyalty collides with survival, where wolves and vampires are forced onto the same path, and where the wrong choice could cost everything.

𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘢 ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ - ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ. ᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇꜱ ɪᴛꜱ ᴏᴡɴ. | Wednesday Addams X Male Oc

✔️ Completed Reborn after her stepsister's deadly betrayal, Aurelia Vale thought fate had given her a second chance. She was wrong. During the sacred ritual, her arrow of destiny chooses Kael Thorne-the secretive Lycan King hidden from the world. A bond sparks between them, powerful yet uncertain. With enemies plotting in the shadows, a dangerous ex refusing to let go, and a fate written in blood, Aurelia must decide whether to run from destiny... or claim the king who was never meant to be hers. Blood. Betrayal. Destiny. And a love that refuses to wait.

Asra is a vampire who's been running her bookshop cafe for years, her most prized achievement in her eternal life. She was perfectly happy running her shop alone-- until Ivory walked in that fateful day. It was two years ago, just as autumn was finally settling in, and not only had Ivory just moved into York, but also into Asra's heart. She knew her order by heart: A pumpkin spice latte and a new horror book, with an hour to settle down in the shop's leather couch to read. But Asra knew that they would always stay this way, customer and server, until one day in October, Ivory asks that instead of Asra making pumpkin spice lattes for her, she buys one for Asra. Though Asra's daydreams have finally come true, she has yet to reveal her true nature to Ivory-- That she's a creature of the night, much like the ones Ivory reads about. She fears that Ivory will treat her like the monsters she reads about instead of the sweet, pacifist girl she really is. Will the two finally blossom into something more? Or will their budding relationship freeze over like a late autumn evening? Contains suggestive dialogue and scenes, but no explicit scenes

Some secrets are better left buried. Some bloodlines are born to bleed. Arjun Rudravansh was a man of logic, a student in the coastal city of Vizag trying to build a future. But the past has a way of catching up, reaching out from the shadows with cold, iron fingers. When a series of inexplicable events shatters his quiet life, Arjun is forced to confront a reality he never asked for. There are whispers in the ancient temples, eyes watching from the dark corners of the campus, and a pulse of energy that feels less like a gift and more like a sentence. As the lines between myth and reality blur, Arjun must protect the one person who keeps him grounded-Anjali. But how do you protect someone from a storm that is brewing inside your own soul? In a city built on legends, the greatest story ever told is about to reach its breaking point. "He didn't choose the crown. The crown chose him."

For the Open Novella Contest, based on Prompt 65: On the way to collect a soul, the Grim Reaper is distracted by a stray puppy. Instead of completing the task, he decides to find the puppy's owner, much to the frustration of his assistant. ***** The Grim Reaper has seen everything, really. From the beginning of humans living in caves, all the way to modern-day humanity. These days, he's mostly a figurehead, going through a handful of cases a week that no other reaper wants. While floating through the mortal world, unseen by anyone, he comes across a dog that seems to be able to see him. Despite his over-achieving assistant begging him to return to his duties, Grim decides to seek out the puppy's owner, and in doing so meets Jeremiah. Miah is an accountant who loves numbers but hates the monotonous tone his life is taking. The rescuer of Miss Trixie, his dog, is an unusual but interesting man that he decides to strike up a friendship with... although is it just him, or is Grim a bizarre name for a person?