Supernatural & Paranormal Short Stories

All written by: Sophie_Foster7 (Account name) Lindsey H. (Pen name)
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== Story One ==
My weakness is a weapon to use against them." That is the only thought in my head as I wake up each morning. The only thing that keeps me going most days. And the only thing at the moment stopping me from bashing this jerk's face in. I take a deep breath and try to tune him out, but some words still sneaked in.
"Look at her... crippled... useless... weak."
That's it. I push my chair out, the scraping sound startling many of the other students around me, but I ignore them. I start making my way over the exit.
"Hey Raven," he calls out. I turn slowly to face Jason, and give the most pissed look I can muster. It isn't hard- Jason makes it easy to hate him. He continues, my expression not fazing him in the slightest. "Tell me something," He smirks as I grind my teeth together. "Why is it that you always wear gloves?" He pauses as if he's just remembering something. I know what Jason's going to say before he does. "I forgot. Mutes can't talk." All his buddies around him laugh as I flip him off and exit out the door, taking deep breaths as I go. Getting too emotional will only make things worse. I learned that early on.
I turn down a couple of hallways, making my way to the gardens. The plants calm me, and as plus they don't talk. I tug off my gloves and shove them in my pocket. I run my fingers along the plants, but make sure not to touch them. Plants aren't sentient, but humans and other sentient beings leave traces on whatever they touch. I sigh and tug my gloves back on. Just once I wish I could be able to touch something with my bare skin, without feeling somebody's pain or sadness. I sigh again as I hear the bell signaling it's time for the next class. I mentally check my schedule... I had lunch last, so now it's time for art. The one class I'm actually good at. Unfortunately, the art classroom is on the other side of campus, so I better get a move on if I don't want to be late, again.
I grab my bag and hurry out of the entryway, but my bag snags on something first. I pull on it, hoping it will come free. No such luck. I look and notice a vine wrapped around one of the straps. I frown. Vines shouldn't be strong enough to withstand me pulling on them. Cautiously, as to avoid the thorns tearing my gloves, I start untangling the vine from the strap. I frown again. It's almost as if someone had knotted the vine around the strap. I unzip my bag, reach in, and grip my scissors. I don't like hurting plant life, but I'm running out of time. The bell rings at that moment, almost as if reading my thoughts. 
I hurry and hold the scissors to the plant, and start to push down. but it's almost as if something's blocking me because I don't make any headway. I pull the scissors away and find a thorn-free place to pick up the vine. I turn it over my hand and gently squeeze it. It feels no different than a normal vine does, so why... the rest of my thought trails away as the vine wraps around my hand. I try to pull away, but the vine just squeezes tighter. I feel thorns start to grow and pierce my glove. I brace myself, expecting pain, but something much worse happens. The vine pulls away, taking my glove with it. Just as quickly, it wraps back around my skin. I scream as I experience someone else's worse than ever before. The pain lasts for another second before I collapse and get sucked into a vision.
~~
Visions happen one of two ways. The first way is in third person. I watch the event and have no part in it. The second way is first person. This only happens if I actually take part in the event. Unfortunately, this time it was the latter.
I pull on the chains restraining me to the ground. 
"Ah," a voice says, "it worked."
"What did?" I think to myself.
"My summoning of you," the voice says.
I feel my eyes widen. "There's no way they heard my thoughts."
"Oh, I assure you, there is." The voice says. "Just as this is no normal vision."
"How so?" I challenge. 
"Because this is not the future."
"If that's what you think, then you have no idea how my visions work," I think, lifting my chin in defiance. 
"Oh, but I do." The voice laughs coldly. "You only ever feel other people's pain and sadness, and occasionally their anger. You usually have visions when coming in contact with anything other than air and your gloves, and they usually have to do with the object, or whoever last touched said object. And you only see possible futures, which means you never have the same vision twice, but you can have similar variations. And," the voice continues, getting quiet, almost as if we were conspiring over something. "I know you are afraid of them." They pause. "And that I want them"
== Story Two==
I bare my teeth and growl at this... intruder circling me.
"Why?" I growl out, turning as to stay face to face with him.
"Why what?" He says, cocking his head to the side.
"Why do you hate me so much?" He pauses for a second, my question surprising him.
"Why?" He says, quickly recovering. "You took everything from me. My father. My mother. My mate. You're a disease that needs to be eradicated."
"I could barely hunt when my mother broke off from the pack. Why blame this on me?"
"Oh, Ada. Do you think your mother left for her own, selfish reasons? No. She did it for you. She knew it was only a matter of time before the pack decided you would be a threat. And she was right. She whisked you away right in time."
"That can't be true," I say, shaking my head. "I saw the markings. She was meant to be the alpha."
"And you know this how?"
That was his only warning before he shifts and lunges. I immediately sidestep, but he anticipated that and grabs my leg with his teeth. I shift, allowing me to slip free of his clutches.
"Because your mother told you," He answers his own question and goes back to circling me. I don't hesitate. I lunge and sink my teeth into his side, and quickly dart back. He growls, not expecting me to be on the offensive so quickly.
I growl back. "You intruded on pack territory multiple times, with a warning. You have marred pack property. You have attempted to take pack territory forcefully, and you have even gone so far as to mark it as your own. This within itself is treason, as a violation of the pack treaty. But furthermore, you have attacked my Beta. You have harmed my pack. For this, I sentence you, Alder Blackwood, Alpha of the Lunar Pack, to death." I am barely able to choke out the last bit before he lunges again, but this time in a blind rage. I crouch low to the ground, and he soars over my head.
"Come on Alder, you can do better than that," I taunt.
Almost faster than I can follow, he darts forward and pins me to the ground.
"You're right, I can," He growls in my ear. I feel his hot breath condense on my fur.
In one great feat of strength, I use my hind legs to propel me over, so now I stand on top of him, one paw on his chest, and one paw on his head, turning it so his throat is bared.
"That's the problem." I say, "You can't do anything right. But because of that, I will give you one chance. Leave the continent, and don't ever return. I will tell the others you died."
He struggles beneath me. "I would rather die a martyr than live a coward."
I barely let him finish before I let go of his head. He turns it to look at me as I shift back into my human form, and grip his head again. I call on my inner wolf, and borrowing her strength, I violently twist his neck, ending his life instantly. "Goodbye," I whisper. I turn to the moon, and howl loudly, for all the world to hear that I, Ada Pureblood, has killed Alder Blackwood, and his rule of tyranny and hate is over.
== Story Three==
"You're like me," I whisper, staring at his wings.
He nods in confirmation. "Yes."
I cock my head to the side. "Then why attack me?" 
He hesitates. "I thought you were with... them." I flinch, not wanting a reminder, but I need to know more. 
"Why?"
He hesitates once again. "You're wings. they're different. They're black" I glance towards his white wings. "I thought... I thought that you were here... for me."
"And what made you change your mind?" I ask.
"You don't wear their insignia." He gestures to the hole in my suit where I teared out said insignia. He sighs. "Lets go to my apartment." 
"Wait- what's your name?"
"Gabriel," A small smile crosses his lips.
I snort. "Original." I pause for a moment, trying to decide which name to give him. I settle on the first one I gave myself. "Tempest." 
Gabriel smiles and unfurls his wings. "Lets go." With one mighty flap, he shoots into the air, and I follow.
~~
We fly over the town, and I watch all the people, as small as ants from up here, but nowhere near as insignificant.