Fantasy Paranormal Books Novels & Stories

The heat didn’t touch me — but the intensity of the magic surged through my veins, destabilizing me for a split second, my head blazed with white hot pain that trickled into my veins, spine, and almost everything. The next moment, I barely had time to react before the library itself started spinning. Books lifted off shelves, pages whirled around in a tornado of paper and magic. Candles erupted into violet sparks. My body was floating, pulled by a cyclone of my own unstable power. My shadows refused to cooperate. “No… no… stabilize… focus!” I growled, but every spell I tried fizzled into sparks. The library had become a chaotic storm of my failure — a visible manifestation of the prophecy’

Better than nothing. I go out into the library, hunting through the rows of books for metaphysical and wraiths. There would be more information at Hallowhaven Academy, but there isn't enough time to go all the way there and back. Besides, I'm worried that Decan or Walsh will catch me and refuse to let me leave again. With a pile of books, I head to an empty table in the back. The first two books were all about chakras and reiki. Next three books were about sacred space, Wicca, and a fiction book about ghost hunters that had been re-shelved wrong.

Yet, my blood is still on him—he can feel my knowledge of the latter. I am born of a supernatural Father after all, so I have lived two and twenty years aware that beings like angels, demons and witches exist. “Which of them are you, by the way?” I ask, knowing there could be a lot more Paranormal beings that I may not have known—the likes of werewolves. “Go into the bathroom and freshen up.” I sit still and watch the new man stroll over to the wardrobe as if he did not just ignore my question. He riffles through a dozen English clothes that I did not know the old man had arranged for me. He had paused for a while and just stared at the dresses with tilted head before shoving one out and hol

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

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Walking past the small coffee table in my living room, I see the book I am busy reading. ‘Finding the Alpha’ The dame books. I am now dreaming of strange things!!! Cowboys, red eyes, what else will my brain think of? I loved my paranormal books, I could live in places that were myths with no reality, living out stories and dreaming of what it would be like to be one of them. I should maybe think of a good one-night stand and get rid of this frustration. NO, NO, I will not feel love again. It is just a myth like in my books and what will I gain? A good night of sex and then back to reality where love means nothing?

he said sternly, his voice nasal, not looking at her or smiling, as if he were too busy to be bothered with her request. “I’ve only requested six books,” she said. He stared at her, obviously not liking being corrected. Then he slid his glasses up his nose and looked down at the titles. He glanced at her with the same expression the clerk had. “I take it you’re some sort of paranormal writer looking for ideas?” he said, speaking to her as if she were a used-car salesman. Caitlin frowned, hating his judgmental attitude, and uninterested in sharing her life with him. He wouldn’t understand anyway.

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.

Audrey said and the trio began looking at the map and the transcript again. After a few hours Audrey finally found something. "Guys I think I finally understand the pattern." Audrey said "Okay." The duo said waiting for Audrey's explanation. "The spell book is right under our nose." Audrey said "Where?" Greta asked "In a cave." "What cave?" Adrian asked "Ever heard of the forbidden cave?" Audrey asked "Yeah, humans say it's a cursed place." Greta said "Well I don't think it would be the same for paranormals." Audrey said with a sly smile.

I had assumed it had nothing to do with me in the past, but now, I had been thrown into the mix, so I had no other choice than to find out what the hell was going on. No matter what it would take. *** “I’ve read both books, and I can assure you. If you’re looking for paranormal romance that will leave you biting your nails at the edge of your seat, it’s this one, but if you’re looking for paranormal romance that will make you question your entire life’s choices and values, this one is your pick. They’re both equally great books,” I said to the lady I was attending to. She smiled at both books, thanked me and paid for both of them.