Books Paranormal Fiction Novels & Stories

Elizabeth said, reclining in her chair. “All four bodies have been found to be drained out of blood and the local police have found no clue. The killings have happened at isolated sites, away from the populated areas. All of this makes me think that either a paranormal creature is involved, or it has something to do with a ritual,” Northstar explained. “Any idea what we might be looking at?” Elizabeth asked. “Unfortunately, at this point, we have no idea, who or what,” Northstar said. “Anyway, the aim is to eliminate the culprit, without any further loss of human lives and most importantly, without getting noticed,” Northstar elaborated.

He thought if his assumption is correct, then it proves that the weird whirlwind story of their hatred-romance are all the author's cruel fantasy. “This world is real, it’s not a realm that Soleira created. You are not a character from a story, however your fate has been decided by her. That is why you need to stop her from finishing the sequel of that book. That book is the record of your life after the curse started. A book will only finish once a life ceases to exist as a new life and body with the same soul would exist., once again once life ends, a book of life will exist.” “Then it means, the first book is really the record of our past and she controls our fate? How is that even possib

Shaking her head, she said, "But aren't you only like that because you idiotically accepted an accursed book from a nobody? You said, you don't even believe in ghosts before you got that." He sighed and took out the book which always appeared inside his pocket for several months now. The book was giving off a mysterious vibe due to its black worn-out cover featuring a faceless monster. He got it from a fake friend who had styled himself as a book collector. Nathan was a horror writer so he accepted the creepy book. His initial objective was only to look for more ideas and inspiration. Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghos

“And you get even more provocative with coffee. How many cups today?” “Only three. But I brought books. And promises of civilized conversation.” He opened the bag, pulling out a few titles, including a copy of The Origin of Lost Bloods, about Celtic mythology and sacred blood. “If I didn’t know what you are, I’d think you were a historian with a witch fetish,” she commented, picking up the book. “I only have a fetish for one,” he replied, lower. Before the sentence could fade, the air in the mansion trembled.

Like I was shopping for bedtime stories instead of trying to decide whether my life had cracked open into impossibility. “Thank you,” I murmured. The folklore section was tucked into a quiet corner near a window that looked out toward the forest. Of course it did. The books there were a strange little army: weathered hardcovers, thin local history pamphlets, glossy paperbacks with titles involving moons and curses and women who looked poorly dressed for weather. I started with the serious looking ones. Northern Appalachian Folk Beliefs, Predator Myths of the American East, Silver, Salt, and Blood: Ritual Materials in Regional Lore. I pulled them down one by one, making a stack against my che

Everyone Zoe met, she would tell them, “I had someone read her fortune. Maisie’s future is cursed. She’s sickly. Stay away from her.” I clenched my teeth and propped myself up despite being weak and feverish. I went to see the fortune teller who had read my fortune in my previous life. After hearing the full story, he told me that there was definitely something I had not noticed yet, and I needed to go back and search carefully. I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing.

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

"You're in luck. We have a section dedicated to folklore, myths, and legends. Follow me." She led them to a corner of the library, where bookshelves were adorned with titles that piqued their interest. Tiffany and Hailey eagerly began scanning the shelves, pulling out books and flipping through their pages in search of answers. Hours passed as they delved into the stories and accounts of supernatural beings, searching for any hints or connections to their own experiences. They came across tales of witches, vampires, and shape-shifters, but nothing that seemed directly related to their own situation. Just as their enthusiasm began to wane, Hailey stumbled upon an old leather-bound book tucked

"What the heck is that?" Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?" Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough." Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"