Paranormal Incidents Novels & Stories

Scrolling through various sites and playing mindless games only had her listless. Then the dings started, and she had to read them carefully to understand them. Reports had gone through the mundane law enforcement channels of odd occurrences in the region. Occurrences that matched up with the battles. The RCMP was sending in a special investigator. One in a special department that investigated strange events. The events had a supernatural or alien bend to them. However, this officer was a mundane human, and he was in the area now looking into it. He was requesting to speak to a member of the family about what has been going on.

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

Thea suddenly realized that they could only see sunflowers floating in the air, but not her, so would they think that the sunflowers were being controlled by evil spirits? "There was a ghost," someone exclaimed in panic. The others were scared to death, “This is too terrifying. How could a sunflower float on its own?" At this moment, another person burst into the office and urgently reported, "Sir, there was a paranormal incident with the elevator just now. It opened and closed automatically twice. The elevator ascended to the floor where you are." As soon as these words were spoken, the others looked at the sunflower with fear, and one by one, they were scared to death.

The bond pulses like a shared heartbeat. My father appears in the doorway. He's been coordinating with local paranormal contacts, trying to understand what's happening in the city. "It's worse than we thought," my father says. "There are at least forty new paranormal manifestations reported in Manhattan alone. Humans waking up as supernatural beings. Dormant paranormals suddenly aware of their full potential. And the paranormal criminal element is organizing. They're seeing opportunity in the chaos." "Opportunity to do what?" I ask. "To take power while traditional hierarchies are destabilizing," my father says. "The Council is fractured. Hunter organizations are conflicted about the new par

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

If she didn’t start talking soon, I’d be hotwiring my truck again and praying to the moon it would stay in working order all the way back to Vermont. “Well,” she finally started. “People have started asking about you. Several have been wolves, too. It’s like… like word got around that the vigilante rogue isn’t on the scene, and in the past five days alone there has been a huge spike in paranormals acting out. Oh, and that strip club you were keeping an eye on? Yeah, it’s definitely run by succubi and incubi.” My eyes widened in shock. “No!” I shrieked.

Ken asked as he approached Elsa cautiously. He’d never seen anything like what he’d just witnessed. Nor had he even conceived it to be possible. He been in charge of PARS since its inception, but it was mainly to disprove the existence of the paranormal, not to prove it. Over the years he’d seen enough to make him believe in things in other dimensions; such as spirits and possibly even UFO’s. Believing and seeing were two different things. He’d never, ever, seen anything like this. A ghost or two, maybe, and possibly an alien on a visit to the planet, but not werewolves and vampires. No, nothing like this. “I don’t know.” Elsa replied as she walked back into the house.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

(Quara Raedrim) Once Quara Raedrim announce the incidents, every listeners who listened to the news, all have the same thought going on inside their minds, ‘Another one?’. For the last few days, the incidents of Undead occurring inside the church ground of the Church of Light has been reported again and again. It was certainly a worrying incidents, some of the listeners to the news, have even witness the incidents itself and survived. “What the Heck?..again?..is someone trying to sabotage the Church of Light?..”. (Red Haired Adventurer)

Had I not seen her doing all those things, I would not have thought that there was anything strange about her. Puzzled, I sent a DM to the person who had replied to my post. [What did you mean by that? What’s this about something paranormal happening around me?] The person replied quickly, [Girl, your roommate is performing the Guiding Ritual! It’s an ancient ritual. I don’t know the specifics, but it’s nothing good. Be careful. Those who perform this ritual usually have their reasons.] The Guiding Ritual. I did not recognize that term at all, but it did not sound like the average ritual.