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

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.

**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.

Some promises don't fade... even after death. When strange shadows begin to consume his brother, Jungkook is forced into a world he never believed in-where a cursed shaman walks alone, and unseen eyes are always watching. And the closer he gets to the truth... the harder it becomes to escape it. Not all ghosts are meant to be feared. Not all love is meant to survive. When darkness begins to follow him, Jungkook is forced into a world of curses, spirits, and a man who was never meant to love. But some promises don't break... even after death. Hashtags: #Talisman #Taekook #BLStory #SupernaturalRomance #DarkRomance #SlowBurn #CursedLove #GhostStory #Mystery #Paranormal #ForbiddenLove #SoulmateAU #Angst #EmotionalRide #FantasyBL #SpiritWorld #DevilAndCurse #HauntedLove 🔥

Mara Sinclair bought an old farmhouse in south Texas for a bargain she couldn't resist. But from the moment she steps inside, she isn't alone. A ghost by the name of Elias Mercer haunts the mirrors and reflections, smug, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore. He can't come back to the land of the living until the truth of his death is uncovered and the only person who can help him is her. As they navigate his past, strange occurrences, and a house full of secrets, Mara must decide how far she's willing to go to uncover a truth that could change both of their lives forever. Some reflections reveal more than they should... and not everyone is who they appear to be. Badges/Awards: #1 in wattpadmystery #4 in ghoststory

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.

"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.......

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?

She was never meant to survive. Raised in silence, shaped by obedience, and moulded to accept the limits of her surroundings, Fray has spent her life believing she was fragile... broken... wrong. Until the cracks begin to form. The questions come first. Quiet. Unwelcome. Dangerous. What if I'm not what they say I am? What if I'm not sick? But in a world where power is hidden, truth is buried, and obedience is survival, asking the wrong questions comes at a cost. And Fray pays it in full. lost in a new world without memory. she fumbles often. Then as the past begins to surface in fractured pieces, and something long-buried stirs beneath her skin, she finds herself standing at the edge of a truth that was never meant to be uncovered. Not all wounds fade. Some become wings. But transformation is never gentle. And when the ashes settle... what remains may not be the girl she once was.

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."

Nicole Abrey is a 27-year-old antique dealer running Abrey & Found, a shop she inherited from her mother. But that wasn't all she inherited. Through her matrilineal bloodline, she also has the ability to see and interact with the dead. A reaper named Caelum arrives at her shop to collect the soul of Danny, a recently deceased boy, and Nicole intervenes. The interference triggers an involuntary cosmic bond between Nicole and Caelum, tethering them together and trapping him in the mortal realm. Their bond can only be broken by Nicole's death. Caelum, sensing corruption in the otherworldly Bureau, reveals that Nicole's name is in his ledger under a Continuance order, a filing reserved for souls with a specific cosmic function of killing her prematurely, marked as "cause of death: TBD." The bond has made the Bureau nervous, causing them to hasten the kill order. Nicole and Caelum initiate a bond reinforcement to add a layer of protection, allowing Caelum to touch mortals, something he couldn't previously do. But the bond does something more. It allows them to explore unsettling feelings of attraction that Nicole didn't expect to have for a reaper and Caelum didn't expect to have for a human. Together, Nicole and Caelum must fight, dodge, and outsmart reapers, death angels, the Assessor, members of the Bureau, and the mysterous entity known as The Architect who set the whole plan in motion, all while dealing with the distraction of falling in love!

Bound by a cursed ruby, his spirit haunts a black Dodge Challenger-seeking revenge and protecting the wife he loved.

They said that love is a great weapon. At first, I didn't believe that-because for me, loving someone only means getting hurt easily. But everything changed when I met him... or should I say, a ghost? I never expected that I would fall for him so easily, love him in just a second. My story with him isn't perfect, but being with him made me realize that love can be truly magical. Imagine - a human falling in love with a ghost. But in every story, there's always an ending. I never thought I'd reach the point where I'd ask myself: Should I wake up to reality and face the truth... or stay asleep, just to be with him? ᜀᜎ᜔ᜌ᜔ᜈ᜔

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.

America was supposed to film a movie. Just a simple job overseas. One fake passport, one private jet, and one sketchy "deal" later... he's in Russia. In a mansion. Surrounded by guards. With his wings puffed and his pride shrinking by the minute. And then he shows up. Eight feet tall. Red eyes. Bear ears. Scarred hands. Russia. A real-life mafia boss with claws, a soft voice, and a terrifying habit of calling America "shiny." Now America's stuck in a house with a cold-blooded crime lord who keeps mistaking him for a girl, a translator who might be enabling him, and a family that drinks vodka like it's holy water. And worst of all? He's kind of into it. A chaotic supernatural rom-com where the bird-shaped actor might be in over his head-and the mafia boss might just want to keep him.

Thirty years ago, at a redevelopment construction site in Seoul, South Korea, an old stone slab engraved with unknown ancient characters was discovered. Alongside it were two undecayed corpses dressed in clothing from an era that could not be identified, as well as murals and traces of a culture that seemed to testify to that lost time period. When the stone coffin was removed, a bizarre phenomenon occurred: any exposed part of it would blacken and burn. People in Korea became fascinated by it. Researchers from around the world got involved, but because of political and international conflicts among those in power, the investigation eventually lost momentum. Then, to make matters worse, the research institute studying it was attacked... Time passes, and now, thirty years later, in the present day. Haewon, who had been living an ordinary school life, receives news during class that her grandmother has died, and goes down to her grandmother's house. There, she suddenly sees a man with strange eyes. While sleeping, she discovers a dagger inside a chest where the latch has somehow come undone. As Haewon touches the dagger, she cuts her hand. The moment her blood stains the blade, she begins to read the strange writing leaking out from the sword... *This fanfic is inspired by Kakao Webtoon "천연(天緣)" by ALIC*

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

She was never supposed to be in this world. Vesper Calloway built her life on precision and evidence, a Forensic Emergency Consultant called in when cases do not make sense, when the body is telling a different story than the official record, when the truth is buried in the gap between what happened and what everyone agreed to say happened. She never expected to become the evidence in someone else's case. When an ancient and terrifying demon lord makes a decision about her future without her consent, she is pulled into the hidden world beneath Chicago with a pregnancy she cannot end, a bloodline history she was never told, and enemies on every side who want what she is carrying before it can be born. Caius Draveth has held his territory for three thousand years without making a single miscalculation. She is the first. A jealous succubus. A half-demon who believed she was chosen. An ancient entity that feeds on power. A council that wants her daughter as an asset. And a man who has never before had to reckon with the consequences of what he has done. This is not a love story by any comfortable definition. It is a story about survival and fury and what grows in the rubble when the person in the rubble refuses to stop moving. It is slow, dark, and explicit, and it does not flinch. Chicago has never been this dangerous. Or this is alive. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

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.