Any Story LGBTQ+ Paranormal/Supernatural Romance

Hello all,

It’s a new week, and it’s time to start it off with a unique writing prompt. This week’s post once again comes from 100 Paranormal Fantasy Writing Prompts Posted on February 28, 2024, and is:

Prompt

On the eve of your 18th birthday you inherit mystical abilities as part of your warlock lineage.

Response

The lights were dimmed as I walked up the stone pathway leading to my house. Mom and Dad had been secret for the last three months, so I expected a surprise party full of my friends and family. I’d been expecting every time they sent me on an errand to come home to a loud explosion of ‘Surprise’. None had come, and tonight was the last night it could come. There was no way they’d do it on my birthday, because we always went to Grandpa Ray’s house to celebrate with him. And there was no reason for mom to need me to rush out and pick up some peach jam.

I took in a deep breath as I reached for the doorknob, closing my eyes as I pushed the door open. No loud explosion from friends and family came, which had my mouth falling open when I heard mom and dad arguing about something in the living room.

I walked further into the room, but neither seemed to recognize my appearance. I moved to stand in front of them, but neither appeared to see me. They kept on arguing about what they should do about something concerning . . .

Me.

The only thing I could gauge from their conversation was that there was something Mom swore she failed to tell me in time. Dad swore there’d been no sign of me being like her family, and he would not expose him to such unless he had to.

“What are you talking about?” I finally sat down on the recliner next to the couch they sat on, but once again, neither showed no sign of him being there. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“Why would you want to keep that part of my heritage from him?” Mom crossed her arms, scowling at Dad with those eyes she gave me each time I pissed her off.

“That came out wrong, Jocylen.” Dad sighed. “What I meant is, if it is not part of his life, then why expose him to it. Let him stay blissful to it.”

“And when he has children, and they come into the fold?”

Into the fold? What were the two of them going on about? What had they kept from me? Why keep anything from me? They never lied to me about anything. They were always open about anything and everything in life, even their financial difficulties.

“I wasn’t thinking about that. How can that be if he doesn’t have the trait?” Dad rested his head on his palm.

“It just does.”

The longer the two carried on their conversation, as if I was not sitting next to them, the angrier I got. In fact, it’s why I jumped to my feet, flipping the coffee table over, sending magazines flying into the air.

“Oh, holy hell.” Mom’s eyes spanned the room. “Hank, are you there?”

“What did that, Jocylen?”

“I think our son did.”

‘Of course, I did!” I shouted, throwing my hands into the air.

“There you are, baby boy.” Mom pointed to the recliner where I stood. “Honey, we can’t see you, but I see the flickering of your aura. Relax, and your essences will return.”

“You mean . . .” Dad slumped back onto the couch. “You were right. I was wrong. Might as well say it now than later.”

“Now’s not the time, Senior.” Mom moved to stand in front of me and then knelt, reaching out for me. “I’m not able to tell where you are, exactly, but if you will relax, I can explain what is going on. For right now, just know that this is part of your heritage.”