The Third Prophet (Supernatural Fanfic)

The Third Prophet (Supernatural Fanfic)

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Bradley Smoak was just a regular girl. With a cheap job that barely pays, parents that want absolutely nothing to do with her, and a brother who has stood by her through everything, she is a lot stronger than people give her created for. People always told her she was crazy only because she was the freak, the outcast in her world. She had a very unusual gift that if people were to ever find out, they would want her killed. To her, monsters are just made up, imaginary. The only time she sees monsters is when her best friend forces her to watch the famous TV show, Supernatural. So you can imagine how terrified she is when she is comes home from work one day and stumbles upon that so called angel from that TV show she can't stand and finds herself zapped from her world and brought into the Supernatural world. She meets Sam and Dean Winchester and learns why she was so different in her world. Can Bradley handle being the third prophet of the lord? What exactly do the demons and angels want with her? Secrets. Lies. Love. All might be too much for Bradley to handle.
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I'm Here

Liberty isn't a "witch"-she's the heir to a dynasty built on power, shadow, and old magic that predates the town and its churches. Her bloodline doesn't practice the craft; they enforce it. And she's the jewel of that legacy: young, brilliant, frightening when necessary, and deeply in love with Terrell. But Danielle... Danielle is the danger that doesn't look like danger at first. There's something uniquely terrifying about a non-magical person who believes she is entitled to someone else's life. Someone who crawls out of a rigid upbringing and steps-barefoot and hungry-into a world she shouldn't be able to touch. She thinks obsession is devotion. She thinks imitation is identity. She thinks wanting Terrell gives her permission to become Liberty. That's the horror: Magic meets a person who refuses to accept the limits of reality. And the darkest part? Liberty's magic reacts to Danielle because obsession has its own supernatural pull. The wards twitch. The shadows breathe. The house watches. Danielle isn't just copying Liberty. She's moving into the outline of her life.

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