Paranormal Activity 5 Ghost Dimension Novels & Stories

“Ghost, control him.” Cursing loudly, Ghost lurched to the side. For a moment it looked like he lost his balance, but that wasn’t the case. He slammed into Damon with a snarl, his face pale from the poison his body was fighting. Damon’s flames flickered but wrapped around them both in tendrils. As the two went careening to the side, Ghost’s ability took hold in small bursts when the two of them vanished, phasing through the wall. Ghost couldn’t turn others incorporeal the same way he could himself. It happened in small bursts and almost always left him recovering for days on end. This time would be worse given the poison.

The middle and upper dimensions had very strong order, but only in the lower dimensions do different dimensions experience chaos. In these dimensions, if the evil thoughts outweigh the good, they would be invaded by the evil gods, ultimately becoming special dimensions that provided nourishment for the evil gods. If the entire lower dimension becomes completely dominated by evil thoughts, the numerous evil gods could combine their devouring powers to eventually consume the entire lower dimension. This would turn it into a dark dimension. As a result, the power of the evil gods would only grow stronger, allowing them to then devour other middle dimensions, and eventually the upper dimensions.

The ghost kneels beside her, its spectral hands hovering over her still form with an aura of solemnity. “Save her from the pain,” the ghost whispers once more, its voice a haunting refrain that stirs something deep within our souls. Levi, Adrian, Blake, and I exchange a determined glance before closing ranks around Alena's ethereal shape, our love a shield against the unknown forces that threaten to tear her away. “She was pronounced dead but is caught in between realms. Someone or something is hurting her.” The ghost whispers out just as it screams as a hand tears through it. With a collective gasp, we watch in horror as the ghost is torn asunder, its form dissipating into the night like sm

"The Institute grounds." Marcus crashes through the gate without slowing. The empty lot shimmers like a mirage, revealing the ghostly outline of a massive research facility that both is and isn't there. "Dimensional overlay," my older self explains, her image stabilizing momentarily. "The building exists in a parallel reality. You need to reach the sub-basement. The elevator in the east wing." "There is no building!" Marcus shouts in frustration, driving directly toward what looks like solid earth. "Trust her," I say quietly, my hand covering the glowing pendant beneath Truth's skin. "Drive through."

Whatever spirit was doing this was old and didn’t belong to a doll or was very new and moved in unnoticed. “This makes it difficult. With the discovery in the mine. Paranormal activity has increased within the general area. Can you remember if this started before or after they brought the bones out of the mine? I’m just trying to work out a timeline so we can find a place to start.” Greta carefully spoke in a gentle voice, and she gave Hailey plenty of time to think of her answer.

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

“I’ve already told you about the mages. “The Aqua’s are underwater shifters. They live in an underwater city at the bottom of the ocean, and yes, they have mermaids and sirens as well. “The mystics are mysterious creatures. They appear really pale and always have white hair and pale eyes. No one really knows their powers, but no one messes with them either. “There is also a dimension called Spirits. As its name suggests, it is a dimension where all spirits go after the death of the body. There are several names for this dimension: heaven and paradise along with many others.” “So those are the ten dimensions and their supernatural population, this dimension included. The eleventh is Sanctium

"Does that matter?' asked a lady with a child's voice. Gustavan eyed the new leader of the Faith Healer's and Witches Association. Apparently, it is stated that this woman's body is being inhabited by five different mystic beings. One of those is a saint. If the Gustavan of ten years ago would hear about these people, he would flat-out laugh at their faces. But almost six years under the former President's tutelage showed him a whole lot of paranormal activities to last a dozen lifetimes that one day, all that's left for him is to believe and finally accept their existence just so he can continue leaving with his wits intact. In front of him are the fabled heroes and villains of myths and le

As fast as he could, he pointed his energy towards its direction. There. The Mirror was being held in between by two incubi, her wounded body being dragged forward. Her pleas were in German, but that didn't matter to Haneul. Language is a construct of civilization, bound in a three-dimensional world. Beings hailing from other dimensions could just essentially read your thoughts as they form if they had access beyond the fifth dimension. Not for demons born below the earth, though, as they were only four-dimensional and had their own languages. They had to learn the human tongues if they wanted to speak them. Not that they would heed her pleas if they did happen to understand her.

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat