Lockdown Paranormal Novels & Stories

Claire is walking on Channethe l. Claire was standing at the upstairs window. All watermarked with the same tag: #ForYouClaire My blood went cold. This wasn’t just watching anymore. This was possession. Mack swore and threw his phone against the desk. “We’re pulling all appearances,” he snapped. “No more errands. No more walks. No charity events. Nothing.” Rowe nodded. “We go into lockdown.” But something inside me whispered— It’s already too late.

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

I rebuke. Her eyes grey bright orange with my remark, and I swear just for a moment her nails grew longer and horns began to form on either side of her head. But she seemed to calm herself and her body returned to its normal state as of nothing had happened. She stood eyes closed breathing deeply. When she opened them again, her brown eyes stared back at me. “Tormund?” She called to her bodyguard, her eyes never leaving my face. No other words were spoken between them, it was as if their conversation was spoken telepathically. He stalked forwards, not stopping to look at Angelique, his eyes were set on me. I stumble backwards, my back hit against a hard, cold surface. He was getting nearer.

said Carson. Demi shook his head. “If you realize all that, don’t you suppose Nigel Jade, the sly fox among us all, has realized it too?” “What do you mean?” A thought appeared in Carson’s mind. But before he could continue, Dark Occult Bishop resumed his actions. Twisting his jar around, swarms of Kodoku parasites flew out and onto the stubborn heads of families. Like what happened moments ago, these parasites flew at extreme speeds and exploded above the heads of these people.

The mysterious voice coming through the bunker's hidden auxiliary terminal didn't just sound familiar; it felt like a cold needle driving straight into Vivian’s skull. *"The lockdown is a setup... You have exactly thirty seconds to find the master release lever behind the circuit wall, or he will seal you in that bunker forever."*

Dominatrices rarely operated under them. Still, it was a start. He ran the name through every encrypted paranormal database he had access to. Then human ones. Then the gray in-between: blogs, forums, whispered client testimonies buried in online shadows. She didn’t advertise. She didn’t need to. What he found instead were stories. Men, powerful ones — who’d come out of her sessions like they’d been remade. One even claimed his PTSD vanished. Another had stopped turning feral on full moons. A vampire had confessed that she made him forget bloodlust for the first time in three centuries.

"Come on, the pale skin… the fact that I put a bullet in him yet he's not dead… don't act like you don't know!" "So he's a vampire, but they're people too. Just because they're not human, it doesn't mean they're all monsters. Has he actually done anything to provoke this attack?" "He has brainwashed my daughter, Lydia! Turned her against me, and she has sided against everything this family stands for."

"He only took off one lock. Maybe you should ask what's going on? To be honest, I've been driving ambulances for over ten years, and this is the first time I've seen anything like this." My gaze had just landed on Jake when he grinned at me. "I forgot to mention earlier, Mitch. It's 200 dollars per clamp. There are four clamps here, so you didn't pay enough." My anger instantly flared up. I jumped out of the ambulance and stormed over to him. "Have you lost your mind? 200 dollars per lock? Why don't you just go rob people instead? If something happens to Mom, I won't let you off the hook! Hurry up and unlock them now!"

"I thought they were only myths to keep pups in line." "They are the oldest parasites on this earth, Sophie," Dominic said, and his silver eyes hardened like ice chips trying to bite. He looked to Marcus. "Lock down the estate. Double the perimeter guards. No Lycan Lord leaves or enters until I say so. We cannot risk a breach while the Luna is still vulnerable." "Dominic," I cut in, my voice steady in that way that comes from not wanting to break, even if fear were churning in my stomach. "I am not hiding in some vault. Not again."

In the past few days, the number of strange calls had continued to increase. Lindsay had been taking calls during the day, along with the deputies who were on duty. The calls she had taken included another poltergeist, a cattle mutilation, a strange humming noise that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, and, most recently, a gremlin. There had to be some way to end this chaos. All the strange calls were on top of the regular calls that generally come to the sheriff’s department. Lindsay had just walked into her office and sat down after the gremlin call when she saw Cat walking toward her door.