supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
A Demon's Day
“Please! It was my mother’s! It’s all I have left!” The screams, that were once like music to my ears, now grated nerves I didn’t know I had. I used to enjoy the feeling of bones cracking beneath the heel of my shoe, much like how I was crushing the young woman’s hand now. Blood poured from the opening my stiletto had made and swirled in dry red dirt. It should have been exhilarating. Should have.
By Leigh Ann Tuttle5 years ago in Horror
Beneath Calm Waters
It came from under the lake—the unspeakable, writhing mass of black scales and revenge. My people had stories about them, but I could scarcely believe they were real, the serpents of Mother Nature. In the stories, they were the heralds of change, but now, they are the bringers of death. The lake surged around the undulating being, the water receding from the shoreline as it continued its ascent from below. I couldn't believe what I was seeing—neither could Isaac, my significant other, who stood spellbound beside me.
By Noah Servilican5 years ago in Horror
Bloodlines - Part 2
This was far from the first time that I had gone back to the town that I was born in. I'd been there every year, with one set of grandparents or the other, sometimes both, for twenty-one years. This was, however, the first time that I had gone back by myself. We had been here for my birthday; a tradition that my grandmother on my father's side had thought up. They had never hidden from me that my parents had died before I was old enough to remember them. We came here on my birthday so that I could, in some strange way, spend time with them.
By Bastian Falkenrath5 years ago in Horror
The Demon's Escape
Beneath the palace, away from the eyes and minds of the royal family, a demon prince rested on the cold, damp stone floor of the dungeon’s hidden chamber. Under the cells of the other prisoners kept for treason, malfeasance, and general discourse of the city’s faux tranquility. Decades spent toying with the minds of the ancestral blood that held him rooted to the floor of this place had begun to pay off. The execution of the lovebird’s draconic mate was merely a catalyst. Now the reaction had started to climb to the tipping point. “My Prince…it is done.” A voice that was unheard by the lonely guard, Aldwin, crept from the depths of Seere’s mind. The demon grinned and opened his eyes slowly to take in the darkness of his cell. A subtle glow stretching beyond his irises to cover his mismatched sclera. The demon answered aloud, as he was prone to do with all voices in his head. “…Deetra..my favorite arcane horror…I knew I could rely on you.” Seere took in a deep breath. The witch beyond the castle walls had completed her ritual with Damien in tow to help provide the rarer ingredients. Angel feathers, a spectre's vessel, and a small, heart shaped locket containing the hair of a Gifted maiden. It was only a matter of seconds before the results of her magic became apparent. Seere sat up slowly and chuckled to himself quietly as the chains that bound his wrists together rattled throughout the long, dank corridor. “What now? Find another poor girl to torture?” Aldwin spoke up from his lonely chair set a few meters away from the edge of the enchanted iron bars that held the longest sitting prisoner in Mirim. Seere stood and faced the man while stretching his arms behind his head. “The inverse…actually…a young girl contacted me this time...with some exciting news.” The guard lifted his head and looked towards the solitary confinement with a peaked curiosity. Exciting news for Seere could not bode well for anybody in this kingdom. “Okay…I’m curious. What news is that?” The red-headed creature smiled wide, exposing his second layer of teeth, and put his hands behind his head. The metal of the chains rested against the back of his neck as his hands hung limp from the sides of his face due to the shortness of the shackles.
By Trey A Fitzpatrick5 years ago in Horror
The Haunted world
Through her wet nose she inhales the cold air, freezing the lungs and throat trying not to dry cough in the night time chill. The edges of her ears are freezing just as much as the tips of her fingers that are hanging out of her fingerless gloves, clutching her locket. Hannah lays curled up, hidden under a large cloak that is sprawled out in the middle of a field.
By Jacob Bray5 years ago in Horror
The Past Returns
At 23, I moved out of my parents’ old house, finally on my own, free. Even though I was moving into a tiny apartment, the euphoria of getting out of that ancient house was liberating. The strange experiences my sister and I had painfully endured as children in that house faded into the distant past, and even after her funeral, I never fully comprehended what had happened. All I knew is that I never wanted to go through that again; the best I could do was suppress those memories until they were pushed further into the deepest recesses of my mind.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Horror
