Paranormal Diaries Novels & Stories

“Steinhart automatically seals all affiliated locations during a threat breach. How long has this been going on?” “Two hours!” I stepped back, the floor swaying under my feet. “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is happening?! Why is this happening to me?!” And then— My hands lit up. Blue light surged from my fingertips, curling like mist, crackling with raw energy. A violent shiver raced up my spine. Something dark… something ancient… was coming. I could feel it in my bones. “It’s the Paranormal Sense,” a calm voice said beside me.

For some reason, I feel nervous as I pull out the book. A strange rune is etched onto the front. It isn’t one I have seen before. Untwisting the string that holds the book closed, I gently open the cover. This is Morgan’s diary. I glance around my new office, looking for anyone who might be watching me. Bruno is snoring loudly on the couch against the wall. Sinking into my chair, I flip through the pages. This diary dates back farther than any book I have ever read. Propping my feet onto the desk, I begin to read the first entry.

Part of me wanted to drop to my knees right there despite the danger. The panic room door sealed behind us with that same heavy click as before. Red lights came on, showing the small space and monitors flickering to life on backup power. I plugged the USB into a secure port on the panel while Damien checked the screens for more intruders outside. “Shit look at this,” I said, scrolling through the files. Stolen manuscript pages mixed with screenshots of our private emails. The dirty ones. Me telling Damien how I wanted him to fuck my throat till I gagged. Him describing exactly how he’d breed my ass raw.

Paranormal technology. "Adrian's pack has resources," Vivian explains, swiping the card. The door opens to reveal an elevator. "They've been preparing for paranormal exposure for years." We enter. Vivian presses the basement button multiple times. "Three levels below street level," Vivian says. "Underground bunker. Military grade security. Paranormal-resistant walls." The elevator descends… Down… Down… Down… "Bella, you're not the same person anymore," Vivian says quietly. "That life is over. Adrian's world is your world now."

God, they were devils. I whimpered and kept moving my hand. Faster now. He was leaking already, pre cum staining my fingers. Someone slipped in from the side, tipped my hair back, licking a stripe up my neck before sucking hard on my pulse point. "Pretty thing's gonna come again," he murmured. "Let her." "She needs to”

Each agent grabbed a file from his office, walking closely with their partner. Mika waved hello, I waved back. While approaching Mr Phenyo's office. I grabbed the case file then began reading through it. "Hidden?" I asked. "Yes! The case came to us, specifically to us. You know why that is right?" "Not really!" "Because, we solve paranormal cases.Miss Mokoena!" "But what is paranormal about this drug?" I asked. " It's red all over, there are tiny blue spots on the outer part of it. What else?"

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I walked in causing me to notice how weird people were glancing at me. I ignored them as I walked to the third section of the shelf arrangement. I noticed the raven-haired lady that sat at the other side of the room. She was looking at me making to throw a smile at her. I started looking through the sections of the shelves for a place that holds anything connected to wolves. I smiled on sighting the section that read ‘Paranormal.’ I began bringing out the books one by one in hope that I find any book relating to wolves. ‘After about five minutes of searching, I couldn’t find anything. I sighed out of frustration placing my palm on my waist in an akimbo. My eyes halted on a book with dark the

Stella, an 18-year-old college student, was bored and horny. She had always been fascinated by the occult and decided to try her hand at summoning a demon for some much-needed sexual gratification. Armed with a dusty old tome she had found at a thrift store, she set up candles, drew pentagrams, and began chanting the incantation.