Paranormal Nobodies Novels & Stories

“The water… the water sings.” “There’s no water here, Sadira. We’re flying.” “No…” her brow furrowed. “In the deep. The Core… calls them. They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, dread coiling in my stomach. “Who’s coming?” Sadira opened her eyes. They were unfocused, the pupils so dilated they nearly swallowed the irises. But she wasn’t looking at me. She stared through the helicopter’s metal shell, into something far beyond. “The Empty Ones,” she whispered. “And something else. Something hungrier.”

She just let me crash on her couch, binge-watch shows, and hide from my phone. I ignored every message. Damien: “Where are you? We have a session tonight.” Elias: “Nova… are you okay? I keep thinking about you.” Rafael: “Little artist, if you don’t answer I’m coming to find you.” I turned my phone off. On the third morning, Mia walked into the living room with a strange look on her face. “Nova… you have visitors.” My stomach dropped. “Who?” She glanced toward the front door. “Three guys. They said they’re friends of yours. One is really tall and intense, one has tattoos, and the third looks like he owns the building. They somehow showed up together.”

As if he is being hypnotized. “No.... no… no” I whispered and I followed him. He went to the hallway. He stopped. I saw the girl who saved me hold his hand and she looked at me and then looked at Jayvee and together they walked away. I saw the others walking too. Following them. Camille, Nestle, Josh, Aimee, The driver and the rest of the team. Their eyes were all closed while walking following the girl who was holding Jayvee’s hand. They walked like they were hypnotized. They were all naked. I feel goosebumps and I can't believe what my eyes can see right now. I know I am the only one who can see them. The huge, black door suddenly appeared. They went inside there one by one. I don’t know w

“I didn’t hear anything after.” “My psychic gifts are stronger than yours.” “Tell me?” “They heard it, Hayden.” He frowned as he saw a look of deep fear cross her face and sensed the worry growing inside her. “Who heard it?’ “The call was so powerful, it reached the farthest corners of the globe. There’s still so many of them left in the world. They’ve just been scattered so far apart but the call was like a rallying cry that connected them all again. Now they know one of their own was killed by a Lycan, and they’re forming the largest pack of Alphas the world has ever known in a thousand years. The dark ones are still around. They heard the call….and they’re coming for us, Hayden, all of th

Her conscience sensed something dangerous about to happen. Everybody in the house had gone to watch a movie in the theatre. Alexander had gone to meet his friends. Amara was alone in the enormous palace. She stared at Princess Veronica's picture. "Is the monster still buried in the sepulchre? It is too long a time....three hundred years. Does he still stay there without using his evil powers? He shouldn't ever come out. But what if he does?" Amara mutters her anxious words standing before the princes's picture.

"It didn't fight them. It... absorbed them. There was no struggle. It was like a shadow falling over their minds, and then... nothing. Just silence." I opened my eyes, meeting Nolan's horrified gaze. "It wasn't rogues. It wasn't the cult. This was something else. Something that doesn't leave a trace." Nolan's face was ashen. "A void-walker. A soul-eater. Old magic. Forbidden magic. I had thought them only legends, stories to frighten pups."

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

Four more pack members circled closer now, their humanoid forms glowing faintly under the firelight, similar broad chests, corded muscles, claws glinting and eyes shimmering with that otherworldly amber hue. Their cocks stood hard and ready, ridged shafts pulsing with need, knots already swelling at the bases. The air thrummed with their collective energy, a paranormal bond that wrapped around me like invisible threads, pulling me deeper into their world. My pussy clenched emptily, a fresh wave of slick arousal leaking down my legs. I should've been spent and my body sore from the claim but it seems their supernatural stamina seeped into me too, like their regenerative heat mending my ache a

said Melissa through the line. "He's so evasive, with so many secrets buried so deep that not even Detective Denkley could dig out a single iota on him. I'm telling you, Mel, he's a ghost among ghosts. There's nothing to hold on him—absolutely nothing," Evelyn observed. A brief silence ensued. When Melissa spoke, it was deep from the heart. "Men like Nobody, they are wild roses. Wild roses don't grow in gardens. But their live are the best. Always the best. You know why? They are wild. And dangerously free. Unhinged. Unbound. Unchained."

“Partial shifts. Claws, eyes, bone movement. Enough to look fake… until it doesn’t.” Liam swears under his breath. Kade goes still beside me, his presence sharpening, predatory. “They’ve always had stories,” I say slowly. “Urban legends, conspiracy forums…” “Not like this,” Ronan cuts in. “This is different. It’s gaining traction. Views in the millions. People analyzing frame by frame.” They’re seeing us, my wolf whispers, pacing now. Barric nods. “And that’s not all. Human disappearances are up. Not localized. Widespread.”