Paranormal Diaries Novels & Stories

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

The project that they initially came for, their bonding night out, the incident that changed their whole lives and put them on the fast paced pedestal that was this past week. A week! It had seemed like a month, weeks, with all that had happened. Without doubt, they had all matured greatly and learned a lot from the experience... things that they were not going to forget in a hurry! Like the fact that... they could not deny the paranormal. After all, the lack of evidence was not the evidence of lack. Luckily, since Michelle was discharged and spoke to her parents, there was no need for the emergency plane service which would lead to a lot of bad publicity for the charity organization and rai

She was only one of a few of her kind, and people seemed to regard the existence of Truebloods with as much dread as happiness. “Of course you aren’t an abomination. Parsh is narrowminded, and he’s lost all touch with his emotions. It appears he’s clung to a few of the negative ones, but all the positive ones are gone. He’s let them go to survive and avoid succumbing to noir.” “What do you mean?”

“Tell me what you’ve been looking at Asher.” “Of course, Alpha. Thea and I have been trying to discover more about hybrids, specifically mage and werewolf hybrids as that is what we have established her to be. Now, in terms of reading, the only thing we’ve come across that mentions hybrids are diaries. Even then, it mostly mentions werewolf and vampire hybrids.” My heart began to race a little. So, there was ample documentation of vampires and werewolves having children together? Before he could continue, I interrupted him. I wanted to know more about these vampire and werewolf hybrids.

There was a small popping noise, and the diary suddenly snapped open. “April 5, 368 AI,” a cool, female voice murmured and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The diary was floating in front of Jester, the pages turning along with the voice as if there was actually someone who was reading the entries aloud. Now, I am not someone who spooks easy, but I got shivers imagining that the ghost of the previous owner—instead of a spell, as Jester soon explained—was doing that.

That bitch had done some disgusting things to my brother and even attempted on Brynn before her skeletons saw the light of day. “It seems that she was obsessed with you. The diary file on her laptop has entries from ten years ago. It seems that she converted previous entries from another source, either another electronic device or hard copy. You really don’t want to read them because I don’t want you to have nightmares like I now will be.”

he said as he flipped the pages She adjusted her sitting position as she crossed her leg and held the book with her right hand, she furrowed her eyebrows in deep concentration after the change of position. Dear diary, I can’t believe what I saw, I don’t think it’s real and I have a feeling it’s real it’s kinda driving me crazy. It has been haunting me for days, Mom said I was hallucinating but that can’t be possible, I am sure am not hallucinating. It keeps telling me to listen to the…… She paused for a minute before she flipped back to the other pages she missed, she has to know what exactly happened before she saw the 'Thing' that has been hunting her.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

“Are you going to?” “No,” he says and, with a heavy sigh, gets up from the bed. “I’m not sorry that you’re here.” He holds out his hand, and I automatically take it. He looks down at our intertwined fingers and softly runs his thumb over my knuckles. “We found some things in your father’s diaries, and Samantha is working her way through the grimoires, looking for answers.” “What about the hunters’ diaries?” “They didn’t do this.” “But it could be tied together. Your immortality might be a curse-”