Paranormal Mystery Novel Novels & Stories

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issues with that. Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books if interested do give a look over them: 1. Her Unloved Mate (Book 1) 2. My Bride is Not a Human (Book 2) 3. Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)

Okay, I really need to go to bed now, I might be hallucinating who knows. Gradually I walked up to the dining room and packed my books and other materials I used for my study, just as I turned towards the stairs the light suddenly went off and I froze. It wasn't just because the light went off suddenly. I felt… a presence. I swallowed the bile I feel rise up my throat and closed my eyes counting 1… 2… 3 to calm my raging heart. I don’t want to get a heart attack because of this, when I felt my heart wasn’t beating at an unusual rhythm I turned around slowly and opened my eyes to see who was standing behind me.

When I made a few phone calls last week on my way around the New England states, I found out that she was seen here within the last 2 weeks which means she may still be in the area. Remembering growing up and reading several of my favorite horror author’s novels, I recall that Maine was always a hot spot for the paranormal. I don’t know if it was because it is one of the oldest parts of America or if it’s because every little town feels a bit strange in some way. What I do know, is the fact that as soon as I stepped foot into this town, I had a strange sense of darkness surrounding me.

I questioned him "I've been working with that for almost a week now. They were my research findings of occults in the country" I'm glad he's ready for this. I browsed all of his documents one by one and I came across this bizarre symbol. I asked Nick about it and he said it was the symbol of an occult named the order of the paragon. I looked at it again and I can't pinpoint where I saw this mysterious symbol. I think long and hard but I cant remember. Then the image of the red veiled people popped out of my imagination. An eerie feeling rushed down my nerves as I remembered every detail of my nightmare. Nick looked at me worried and said: " Hey, are you ok? You look pale"

Blaine keeps on massaging his sore back cause by falling down earlier “The chief wanted me to check upon you. He said that you’ll probably stayed awake last night reviewing the documents” “Oh. But I didn’t got anything. I still didn’t find any clue regarding the Phantom Night” Phantom of the Night. Sihan City's most infamous murderer. He started murdering people six months ago, which is also when I started working as a detective in this city. There have already been ten murders since he began his killing spree. We never learn anything about his crimes because he don't have a killing pattern. His first target is a man in his twenties, the second is an elderly woman, the third is a high school

As soon as I cleared the Sydney airport checkpoint on Sunday afternoon, I headed straight for the bookstore. A pile of hardcover books near the entrance caught my eye. The pyramid under construction highlighted Wild, the new book by one of the most popular novelists. The clerk attached “autographed copy” stickers to the covers, which, with their mysterious flames in yellow and red on a black background, gave them a garish touch, drawing attention. As a sociologist specializing in the study of Brazilian aborigines, I knew Daniel. He had aboriginal ancestry and wrote paranormal mystery stories starring a Brazilian aboriginal policeman.