Paranormal Books Novels & Stories

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

I was completely bored, left with my own unfriendly thoughts. I browsed through the books he had stacked on the shelves. They were a lot. I had picked up and returned a number of them. Ranging from romance novels to murder, to books about demons and angels. Even though I was casually looking through for something that would interest me, I was hoping to find a book on magic and spells.

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

she said, excusing herself momentarily to retrieve a copy of the book. She returned with a copy of the book. "Next time, if you want to read a fantasy book and don't have your library card, you don't have to lie about how important the book is to you," Vivian said with a hint of amusement before handing the book over to him. "You think I want to read this book to fuel my fantasy mind? No, actually, this is a form of research. You see, I'm a Parapsychologist, which means I-" He was abruptly interrupted.

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.

One time at work I'd even heard a co-worker called me the-Squidward-from-spongebob. Exactly why I hated them. That morning I'd just gotten up and, traditionally, said my good mornings to Sam triple zero eight, then the story stroke up. We were having a conversation of a book I'd just finished reading, 'No, Mr Harry Botter, do not turn me into a witch.' Believe me, it was a real book alright. The author was named Harry Botter, so he was the main character of his novel. Stories like that, what do they call them again? Paranormal stories, they were always fun to read. Partly because they were stupid, other part, they were nonsense. Nothing but ridiculous lies.

My breathing finally normalized, and I began to calm down. I knew now that the mystery guy was real, and that he was connected to my mom's blood on the mirror in my house. My heart began to race again as the realization hit me, he was a vampire and he was stalking me. I hoped to God that it had nothing to do with why I had been changing lately. If my dreams were real, and that vamp was messing with my head, was I turning into a vampire? I took in a deep breath then spoke in a hushed voice,