Lockdown Paranormal Novels & Stories

She's not moving, just looking into the air like she's having another vision. I want to touch, to shake her so she can tell us exactly what she's seeing because I know it has to do with me. "Don't." Cassandra reads my mind and warns me against. Seconds later Nikolina is out of her trance with a gasp. She's breathing fast and gasping for her. I immediately know that whatever she saw was very bad because Nikolina looks like she's seen a ghost. "Sister," Amelia places her hand on Nikolina's shoulder. "What did you see?"

"The engineering blueprints show that the Moonlight vaults rely on a dual-resonance system. It requires the physical key, but it also requires the spiritual signature of a wolf who has held the pack's core energy." Richard leaned back in his chair, his large hand tapping rhythmically against the mahogany armrest. "Darren Clarke is currently half-dead in my isolation cells, Natalie. His spiritual core is completely paralyzed by silver cuffs. He couldn't trigger a resonance lock if I dragged him there myself."

“Wow, you seem like you have an interesting setup. I thought you worked out of the station, though.” “Well, we get a lot of criticism about our work, so we keep the bulk of it away from prying eyes.” “So, a lot of occult stuff and UFOs?” “Along with sightings and encounters with legendary creatures.” “Really like what? Vampires and dragons?” “. Here’s your burger. As for this, we’re thinking, magical satanic rituals and such.” “Satan, eh? That’s not in my range of experience. You’re talking demon summoning and things like that?”

I wonder what other powers I can unlock to make this slimeball talk. "Ah ah ah young Luna. Your powers won't work on him. It's not a species thing but his soul has been sold to Declan and a dark witch. Any attempt from anyone other than me to get him to talk is benign right now. I am holding my command on him. If you tried to use the insight powers you have on him some of that dark magic could project onto you." Drake said warningly. I nod a thank you and Orion pulls me close to him trying to calm himself down. The threat of a dark witch affecting me really gets on his nerves.

My claws tore a deep, jagged shred into the leather fold of my tunic as the console screen before me violently hemorrhaged its data. Selene swiveled from her workstation, her throat emitting a wet, desperate snarl before she slammed an empty horn of wolfsbane onto the slate counter. “The Northern Dominion just deployed a parasitic blood-lock on their master ledger, Ebu! The moment my digital scent brushed their Cayman mirror, the ancestral proxy-nodes began tracing my bloodline straight back to Shadowfang Manor!”

Pim said, her voice hardening, "we don't come back to this life. We disappear. We don't exist, not to the Ministry, and not to the public." "I don't care," Chalida said, shoving the tablet into her leather jacket. "I’d rather be a ghost by choice than a puppet by design. Let’s move." They stepped toward the door, but the room’s lights suddenly flickered and turned a blood-chilling, vibrant crimson. The walls pulsed with a low-frequency hum that vibrated in their very marrow. "Pim," Chalida breathed, her hand going to the door handle. It was locked. Not just electronically—it was dead-bolted from the outside. "What is happening?"

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

His knot was already starting to swell at the head of his cock, teasing the entrance to my pussy with every of his thrust. “Gonna knot you again,” he said. “Fill you up until you’re dripping with me. Mark you so deep no one else will ever dare touch you.” “Yes,” I moaned, lost in the heavenly pleasure. “Please...” A loud alarm suddenly screamed through the entire mansion. The hallway was bathed in red emergency lights. Damon froze, still buried deep inside me. He looked toward the door. “Father activated the full lockdown,” he explained. “That means the entire pack is being called in, or the rivals are attacking the estate.”

Richard's eyes bulged in realization The entire building had been completely shut down. Their lights were out and so were their doors and windows locked, so as to resist any outside bombardment. A lockdown happens for two reasons. A terrorist attack from outside, or an unwanted guest within. "Richard, check the dungeons," Melissa said and her bodyguard morphed into the darkness immediately vanishing from reality.

A ceremonial bowl for the blood sacrifice. All I needed was Racheal. And she was coming to me. My phone buzzed. I grabbed it, seeing a message from the mercenary captain I'd hired to command my hired wolves. "Border wards reporting anomalies. Southern perimeter. Something big." I typed back quickly. "Activate full lockdown. All defenders to stations. This is not a drill." Another message, this one from the coven of witches I'd contracted for magical support. "Wards detecting Ghost Wolf signature. Do you want us to engage?"