Lockdown Paranormal Novels & Stories

Dominic roared, slamming his fists into the impenetrable metal door, denting the outer plating, but the automated lock held firm. "Lockdown Level Alpha initiated," the facility's central computer chimed, a cold, automated siren beginning to wail from the ceiling. "Sanitization protocol active in fifteen seconds." "We have to go," I gasped, my chest heaving as the black lines on my skin began to burn, my human heart staggering under the immense pressure of Dominic’s stolen energy. The mutation was temporary; my body was already trying to reject the raw virus-magic. "Dominic, we have to take Nora’s body and get out!"

he sighs, his eyes flashing as he connects with some of his guards, watching her clean up. She can hear some whining from the door, and it turns out to be Amber, still in her wolf form. "What's wrong?" Conrad asks, and Amber glances at Carlos nervously. Conrad throws her a blanket, and once it hits the floor in front of her, the girl shifts back. "Um, so we have a problem," she informs them, biting her lip. "What's wrong now?" Conrad asks tiredly, turning back to face her. "So, the capital has gone into lockdown, because people are trying to break into some of the quarters. High Alphas Hutch, Ryan and the Martinique's are on their way here through the tunnels to try and figure out what is ha

"Wh-what do you mean, he won't be able to have children? He was 15 when he went in. And what do you mean by blunt force and chemical damage?" The doctor replied, "It means your son was deliberately sterilized at the correction center. Given his age at the time, this constitutes a serious criminal offense. We are required to report it. I also need to understand something. What kind of environment was your son in tonight when he attempted this?" Silence fell. Mom's voice came through in fragments. "He was locked…in the storage room…with no lights…" "Who locked him in?" A longer silence ensued. "I did." Dad's voice was barely a whisper. "I just… I wanted him to calm down…"

Seth answered with sarcastic calmness. Zane suddenly pointed at the TV screen. "Hey, guys, what's that about?" We all looked at the blue screen as white words started scrolling towards the top from the bottom of the screen, and I immediately regretted not listening to the speech that the president had given earlier. "PARANORMAL AND SUPERNATURAL BEINGS EXIST. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. DEFEND YOURSELVES TO THE FULLEST EXTENT. $1,000 WILL BE PAID FOR EVERY SUPERNATURAL BEING CAPTURED AND BROUGHT IN TO LAW ENFORCEMENT ALIVE. DO SO AT YOUR OWN RISK."

"I see you are a distracting spirit and you aim to make me not to remember and connect with my past but you can't stop me." She closed her eyes once more and started chanting some hidden words but nothing was working. "You can't use your powers while I'm here," the laughing voices said in one voice and continued laughing. I can do it she murmured, closed her eyes, and this time connected with her past and lost consciousness. "Noo" the laughing voices screamed and the sound of their laughter stopped. The blue parrot stopped in the front of a hill more than twenty-eight feet tall and turned back to the sexy damsel. "That's the hills of fire Logan."

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

Luna arrives mid-morning with supplies and news from town—the strange phenomena have intensified overnight, with multiple reports of shadow figures now physically interacting with objects and people, in one case shattering all the windows in a harborside restaurant. "The hospital has admitted six people with what they're calling 'acute stress responses,'" she reports. "But from the symptoms described, it sounds more like direct contact with corrupted energy—disorientation, paranoia, physical weakness." "The barrier is failing faster than anticipated," Cain says grimly. "We need to be prepared for significant manifestations during the ritual itself." By nightfall, we're as ready as we can be.

Intent. “We trigger the lockdown?” Lou asked. Damon didn’t hesitate. “Do it.” The building fell into emergency protocol mode. Reinforced barriers slid into place, digital locks engaged, power rerouted to tactical systems. The penthouse transformed into a fortress. Sarah reached for her phone, instinct screaming to call the hospital. To check on Alex. To make sure he was far beyond Katrina’s deadly reach. “No,” Damon said gently but firmly, seeing the fear bloom in her eyes. “Katrina wants to trigger panic. We won’t give her what she wants.”

Maybe locations. "How did you—" "I'm not stupid, Tam. Something big is happening. Something supernatural." Jess pulled up news articles. "The DSC is all over town. They're telling people it's a disease outbreak, but come on. Since when does the Department of Supernatural Control handle diseases?" Tamara's blood went cold. She glanced out the window. There. Black car. Tinted windows. Parked across the street. "Jess, you need to leave. Now." "What? Why?"

"Let's go check it out." We make our way over a rusted fence and through the backyard to peer in through the broken windows. The inside is dark and musty, with debris scattered all over the ground. "It's perfect," Damon says. "We just need to clean it up a bit and set up the ritual." I try the back door, but it's locked, a heavy padlock on it. As much as I hate breaking and entering, I have no choice. Gathering my supernatural strength, I kick the door. The force breaks the padlock and splinters the wood.