Paranormal Nobodies Novels & Stories

And I had to take a regular treatment because of this migraine. Tss. I would gladly accept If this will be the reason of my death since no one care's. I'm getting tired on everything. When will this end? My family probably wouldn't care if they know my pain. Overall, they care about my lil sister or should I call, 'their lil baby'. Other than that, I feel bothered because of those gossip about vampire. You know, I really don't believe in those things that are related to ghost or something scary. Don't get me wrong but what if it's turn out that vampire are true? What'll happen?

said Carson. Demi shook his head. “If you realize all that, don’t you suppose Nigel Jade, the sly fox among us all, has realized it too?” “What do you mean?” A thought appeared in Carson’s mind. But before he could continue, Dark Occult Bishop resumed his actions. Twisting his jar around, swarms of Kodoku parasites flew out and onto the stubborn heads of families. Like what happened moments ago, these parasites flew at extreme speeds and exploded above the heads of these people.

"The delays haven't appeared on our dashboards yet." "But they will." Martin looked genuinely horrified, the color draining slightly from his face as the abstract data suddenly turned into a physical avalanche. "So we're watching tomorrow's disaster..." Martin whispered. "...being created right this second," Ethan finished, his voice quiet, almost mournful, but absolute in its certainty. Silence settled over the room once more like a held breath, heavy and suffocating. Harper broke it, reaching for her tablet with sudden, precise urgency. "Martin," Harper called out.

NEFERTARY Maldito Mundo —Alright, guys, with no more unexpected surprises, we can proceed with the class… unless there's a third person behind the door —Miss Sarah said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I confess this is the first time someone—well, two people—have left me in shock, in a haze. These two guys, Mathias and Michael, I don't even know how to explain it. Let's just say they confuse me. I've always had the gift of reading people through their expressions, and these two make my brain restart, like it's searching for a glitch in the system. I know what I have to do: 'be very careful with them'. I don't know how they'll change my life from now on.

“She was murdered… but not by anything we know. Not by a supernatural being. Not even by a human.” A chill ran down my spine. Then… what was it? Karen stepped forward slightly. “So you can’t see what happened?” Veran shook his head. “No. Whoever did this isn’t human… but also isn’t any known supernatural being. They covered their tracks completely. There’s nothing to trace.” He paused briefly. “Whoever it is… they’re very intelligent.” Silence followed his words, heavy with uncertainty. Then he spoke again. “But what are we going to do about Cynthia?”

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

he tells us. “Others?” Grayson asks. “Who’s watching the pups?” “Things got a little out of hand last night,” Bo says, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “We’re only losing time here, Gray. With nothing else, it’s only going to get worse.” “We can help more,” Delia chimes in. Gray shakes his head. “Even with all the help your coven can give us, it won’t be enough.” I can feel the tension and despair coming off of them, engulfing and strangling my senses.

Grey. She’d conducted controlled interviews online with actual blood drinkers and even dissected the corpses brought to her doctor's lab. Who believes in paranormal stuff? Doctor Grey knew that vampires, shape-shifters, and other creatures of the night existed, even though her coworkers on the quantum physics side of the equation had not been privy to the truth. So, maybe someone had found out and this was a simple joke? Maybe her dreams had no connection.

Jay, the funny nobody, the casual fuck. She’d never sought public attention, any kind of exposure, any limelight, so maybe she couldn’t be onto somebody who had all of that around the clock and then some. Maybe she already had all she wanted with the rockstar—trading writings and pictures on the blog, calling each other on their birthdays. Deborah’s hour wasn’t over yet, but her infrared told her Jim was cold and stiff as an old corps. And she’d already seen enough to make an educated guess about who would be the only one that could help him find his vitals back.

“Nick’s standing right here. He’s not a ghost. Martin told you. He’s a shadow walker.” “I know what Martin said,” Vanessa said shakily. “I didn’t believe him. I was just humoring him. Nick’s dead, I think.” She moved closer to Alison and grabbed her hands. “I know you’ve always worried about ending up like your mother and I’ve shrugged it off, but now I’m concerned. Come back to Atlanta with me. This place is too weird. I’m afraid it will take your mind. It’s probably what did it to your mother. Don’t trust these people. They’ve got a corpse upstairs that should be in the morgue. I felt him. He’s cold and still.”