Novel & Cerita Paranormal Diaries

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

I sat by a small mountain and closed my eyes. Sudden noises made me open them again. "Oh no, not again…" I was back in the strange world of stores and moving metal boxes. The first thing I saw was a rectangular box with moving and talking pictures. What kind of power was this? "Wait, if I'm here then…" I looked down, seeing I once again had no claws, my white hair was red again and this time I wore jeans and a t-shirt with some kind of funny picture on it. "Where the hell is this?! How did I get here and how do I get back?!" I rubbed my eyes. "This makes no sense." Just what I needed. Another lapse from reality while I was already dealing with shit. "Whatever. Let's venture out this time." I

No doubt, it will become a place for wounded people from the underworld to seek treatment without the risk of embarrassing questions from the feds. As for Santo, we're not sure what's wrong with him lately. His mood swings are increasingly violent and strange. Sometimes we can see him smiling like a happy jerk, then suddenly, he goes into a black rage and breaks everything in his path. Fortunately, he is always careful to control himself in the presence of children.

Mira crossed the room in two strides and pulled me into her arms. “Oh, Solara,” she whispered fiercely. “Oh no. No, no, no.” Aaron stood there, pale but steady. “You’re not in trouble,” he said firmly. “You’re safe.” “But I’m—” I choked. “I’m not normal.” Mira pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. “Neither is the world,” she said. “That doesn’t mean we stop loving you.” That was the night they told me about Paranormal High.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

"He's sweeping the streets at this age? And it's only 4:30 am! Axel is so inhumane. Doesn't he care about old people? Poor old man. Does he not have a pension? Don't his children care about him?" I was thinking about this when the live chat started going wild again. "I'm losing it. Why does Heidi always manage to hit the nerve every time?" "Hahaha! Has she seriously not found any useful info all day? Didn't Delicious tell her the taboo?" "Don't mention kids or pensions to this old man!" I couldn't see the live chat, but I could clearly feel the ground shaking. An earthquake was coming. The earth cracked open. At the same time, the old man's eyes turned blood red, and his veins bulged.

"Richard was paranoid. He wouldn't leave his darkest secrets unguarded." "He didn't guard it against me," I said flatly. The moment my fingers brushed the iron binding, the silver signet ring on my hand turned white-hot. The obsidian magic within my veins surged outward, the dark, thread-like lines rippling across my skin. The heavy brass lock on the journal gave a loud snap, the internal gears shattering instantly under the pressure of my unchained Eclipse aura. The diary fell open. I flipped through the pages, my eyes locked onto the frantic, tight handwriting of a paranoid tyrant. I read the entries from nineteen years ago, my heart hardening further with every sentence.

Chapter Two: The Book of Repentance. Ciara's PoV: The lock clicked behind me and the sound went straight through my body like a second heartbeat. I stood there in the sacristy, breath caught, staring at Father Chris. The room wasn’t dark anymore. He had lit four tall candles on the side table, their flames dancing across the stone walls and throwing warm gold light over the heavy wooden table in the center. A big leather-bound book lay open on it, thick pages glowing in the candlelight.

And the monster’s victory is so complete, it leaves you wondering if you’re reading the journal of the victim… or the secret, proud biography of the victor. Then, after a long pause, Adam lifted the diary again. His thumb brushed along the edge of the next page. “…Okay,” he whispered. And he opened the diary. ——— Episode 20 – Pool Party The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of chlorine and expensive perfume. Mason’s name was scrawled across the front in a looping, feminine hand. He slit it open with a thumb, his calloused fingers a stark contrast to the delicate stationery. Inside, on a cardstock the color of a summer sky, were the words:

’ ‘Then they would faint often and be unable to walk to the point they would be paralyzed. ‘They will stutter then after a few weeks stop talking.’ ‘Red spots like bruises would appear.’ ‘Then eventually, everything will come to an end.’ Carmen caught her head in her hands and laid them on the table. Cody was staring at her with worry and nervousness. Everything was turning around her. She couldn’t see anything and waited until she got her vision back. After a few moments, she stared at her brother behind her blurry eyes. “Carmen, there’s blood coming out of your nose!”her brother yelled, running to her. He shook her shoulders as she looked at him trying to understand what was happening.