Paranormal Nobodies Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Brian POV The next morning, I head straight to my office, and as I do this, I try to link Anna, and she doesn't respond. I link my mom and dad. They verify she's still asleep and the kids are, too. I let them know what I'm doing and that I thought I heard the guy mumble a few familiar names. I thought he said the names of two of the most vicious and violent super natural beings ever heard of. It may sound weird because here I am being a werewolf, but we also have stories we don't believe in, and one of them is the story of Noctis. This was a group of six supernatural creatures that were not "normal."

"What the heck is that?" Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?" Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough." Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

NOELLE POV, I feel nothing when I explode the dark humans and demons in the tunnel with purple light. I walk outside the tunnel and notice the inner wall being breached. Purple light radiates off my whole body and I levitate myself above the castle. I must look like a bright purple star and people drop their weapons to look at me. I open up my mind to all creatures of the Under Realm and give them visions that they are being chased by their worst fear. The trick works effectively on the dark humans, and they all start running out of the inner part of the city screaming.

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.

So that our faces were just inches away. "Do I look like a mortal?" He asked. I tried my best to break away from that gaze. Since he was actually quite close, I realized how his eyes resembled like a dark stormy sky. They almost looked lifeless. Like deep pits of a never ending hole. I wanted to look away. But something wasn't letting me do that. A strange force. Not like the one people describe in stories. No, it was more like the sleep paralysis kind of force. I wanted to look away. But I couldn't.

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Natyaramona spat at Fabbri. Fabbri smirked and stood up. He looked at me and nodded, an affirmation that Natyramona truly is a vampire. Any other creature would get dizzy and lost in a vampire’s eyes, but Natyaramona did not. For the only creature that could withstand compulsione is another vampire. “Natya! It’s successful! Let’s try your powers!” my aunt squealed as she sashayed her way to our direction. Lucianna quickly got to her feet and faced her mother.

The atmosphere was charged with a sense of melancholy as if the very essence of Nyxterra was steeped in sorrow and regret. Days turned into weeks as she scoured Nyxterra for any sign of Elias. Each clue led her deeper into the heart of the world, revealing more of its dark, enigmatic nature. She encountered strange beings—phantom-like figures that seemed to drift in and out of existence, their forms barely distinguishable from the shadows around them. Some were lost souls, wandering the void of Nyxterra with no memory of their past lives. Others seemed to be guardians of the realm, watching her with inscrutable eyes.