Paranormal Mystery Novel Novels & Stories

He took the tome in his hand and looked at the title carefully: The Petit Albert. The name prompted the mind of the paranormal detective, he had read about that before or at least heard it, he knew that it was a popular book of the past century thanks to the french trying to sell books when the printed press swept Europe. Thomas decided to take it with him and show it to Elizabeth, she would know what to do with it and probably have more information about it…the clue that he might ignore she could solve. As he moved to place it in his bag something dropped from the middle of the book: a picture of two women, the picture must have had more than 10 years.

Author’s POV: Next day all was going good, classes were going on inspector Isaac and John and others were working in their police station. All of a sudden, the electric lights began trembling. The occurrence kept happening for ten to fifteen seconds and then it was ok. Some people got frightened and all got curious. “This happened after eleven years, the same as before”, Isaac told in presence of John and another officer. They looked at each other. Students of a class started whispering. Seeing that the lecturer ordered to stop and again began to give his lecture. Lusie looked her left-right and it was ok few persons there steered each other.

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed. When did I start getting suspicious of Vonn and his crew? Oh, right. It was after I handed over $15,000 to some dude claiming to be Vonn's ex. The more I mulled it over, the more things did not add up. I headed to the police station to share my suspicions. I thought they would laugh me off, but boy, was I in for a surprise. It turned out there had been a string of killings in town, and all the victims were rich, bachelor types living alone.

she responded, pulling out her own books from her tote bag. “Exactly. I ain’t that stupid.” I murmured. ‘Or am I?’ Soon, my thoughts wandered. My eyes were on the novel but I just couldn’t pay attention to it. All I could think of was the dream I had about him. ‘You need to come off this, Elena!’ I yelled in my head, putting in all mental strength into focusing on my novel. Then I realized this novel kind of explained the dynamics between Mr. Richard and I. Jericho Barrons, older, enigmatic, and ruthlessly protective, becomes entangled with MacKayla Lane as she’s thrust into a dangerous supernatural world.

The tech nodded, unsettled by the way she said it. Andrew had drifted back to the gym door and was pretending not to eavesdrop. “Banks,” he called lazily, “you got Mitchell playing ghostbuster and this… consultant waving a Geiger counter while we have two homicides. You want to explain that to the coroner or should I?” Phil didn’t look at him. “We’re covering bases.” “Cover this,” Andrew muttered, but he shut up when Phil turned. Susan stood, brushed her hands off on her jeans, and looked to Gabe. “Where’s the Ouija board?”

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The bookcases are unlike any I've seen. They're filled with leatherbound books, but behind them are other things: sculptures, paintings, strange trinkets, maps. I want to touch each and every detail, but this place feels too much like a museum. Brush against one thing and an alarm will go off. The books themselves seem to glow with a strange light. I rub my tired eyes, realizing the weird light I'm seeing must be from looking at my textbooks all day and barely sleeping last night. "This is incredible," I say.

"It's delicious! I mean, it's sweet, but not too sweet. Met my expectation!" "What did I say before? Apart from coffee, my boss is also an expert in cooking," the woman smiled happily at her reaction. "If you don't mind, may I ask what do you do?" "I'm working as a novelist," she replied after successfully swallowing her food in a quick move. "You know, writing stories. Most of them are young adults with the fantasy genre. But I'm trying to create a paranormal genre this year." "Oh," the woman nodded understandingly, glancing at her injured hand. "With that injured hand? Do you need my help? Maybe I can help you until you get better. What do you think?"

Fuck, she makes me feel everything. "It is indeed a good morning," I say wrapping more of her wild hair around her ear so I can see her face better. "Sorry, I fell asleep," she says. I'm not sorry. I didn't want to get into her Dad's allegations last night and even though she wasn't happy about it she asked me to read her the book she had grabbed off my book shelf. One of my favorites. It's a mystery novel about two mates who find each other while they are both trying to catch the same serial killer that's on the loose.