Books Paranormal Fiction Novels & Stories

Exhausted, frustrated, and confused, Rio sat alone in the library. Books are scattered at the table in front of him. These books were all about paranormal beings. Creatures that are believed to have existed among us but stayed hidden from the mortal’s eye at least. Rio massages his forehead removed his reading glasses and closed his eyes.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

Others sound like the beginning of horror novels. I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog. I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curling in my chest.

Rosie never thought the magick of love might be her downfall… But Caleb wants this unusual woman more than he ever imagined he would. Can he convince her his heart is true before he loses her forever? Awakening: A Paranormal Romantic Thriller Collection Genre: Paranormal Mystery/Thriller with Romantic and Visionary Elements Enter a world where nightmares exist. If you do wake up, you may find it’s not a dream at all… A MISPLACED LIFE Death is only the beginning… Alexa Hamilton is having a bad week. She just died.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

He took the tome in his hand and looked at the title carefully: The Petit Albert. The name prompted the mind of the paranormal detective, he had read about that before or at least heard it, he knew that it was a popular book of the past century thanks to the french trying to sell books when the printed press swept Europe. Thomas decided to take it with him and show it to Elizabeth, she would know what to do with it and probably have more information about it…the clue that he might ignore she could solve. As he moved to place it in his bag something dropped from the middle of the book: a picture of two women, the picture must have had more than 10 years.

“And you knew this was going to happen? You used us as guinea pigs.” “There’s been some speculation as to the nature of paranormal manifestations. Some say it’s all ghosts. Others write about beings of pure spirit that never had a physical form. Angels. Demons. Valkyries. Mara. Aliens. What if it’s none and all? What if the manner of this manifestation is based upon what we expect to see, and the creature latches on?” “Uh?”

It's hard to focus without her, but I lead Axar into the small library with me as I begin to search. Having been alive for so long I've acquired many books and ancient pieces of literature. Some are in immaculate shape, others are torn segments and several pages, barely tethered together by bits of spine. Many of these are family heirlooms as well, handwritten and handed down to future generations for guidance. Some are my own notes and contacts, roughly scribed here and there and then stuffed back onto shelves. I find several books on banshees and a couple on cambions. I find some on death as well, and I stack it into my arms with the rest the pile. "Take this one too." Axar softly suggest

she said still not looking up. Danny shook her head and she was out of the room. The door closed by itself. That woman was supernatural. It wasn’t a power. It was a thing among them. They could just tell themselves anywhere they were. Just like they could tell who was human. She had literature first and she had no one to hang out with, so she would just head to class and thank goodness it was on the same floor. She stopped at the door and she could sense there was someone inside. Not human for sure. Her energy was all over the place. Bright and sunny.