Paranormal Nobodies Novels & Stories

Dmitri has summoned his men to a private hall inside the inn. Roseanne is sitting next to him while Timur is on his left with Aryan and a large group consisting of their soldiers. Josephine is on the opposite end, fuming at Roseanne who pointedly ignores her. Aryan stands up to address Dmitri. “There has been some unusual activity in this area,” he begins. “Several people have gone missing over the past few weeks and someone mentioned that they saw a strange creature which was dragging away an unconscious body. The description of the creature matches the description of the Undead.”

Olivia said, reclining in her chair. “All four bodies have been found to be drained out of blood and the local police have found no clue. The killings have happened at isolated sites, away from the populated areas. All of this makes me think that either a paranormal creature is involved or it has something to do with some kind of a ritual,” William explained. “Any idea what we might be looking at?” Olivia asked. “Unfortunately, at this point, we have no idea, who or what,” William said. “Anyway, the aim is to eliminate the culprit, without any further loss of human lives and most importantly, without getting noticed,” William elaborated.

I had to speak up. “You mean she can cast spells or has magic powers?” “Exactly,” Liz responded in a way that didn’t make me feel awkward for asking. “Jonie and her apprentice Ashley were brought in to help investigate a field site up in far northern Canada from which a local cult had been summoning things that were then loosed to hunt the local populace. The population density up there is so thin and the hunting range of the entities so wide that the missing persons reports had been piling up for awhile before Control was aware that the pattern of missing persons was indicative of more than just the normal harshness of the wilderness up there or even the work of a mundane, completely human

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"

“That glow in your hands? That’s one of your gifts. The Paranormal Sense. It warns you—lets you feel when something evil is near.” My breath caught. “What do you mean by evil?” “We won’t know,” Nathan said quietly, “until you see it.” But then—a screech tore through the silence. Not human. Not natural. All heads turned. We raced out of the room. And froze. Down the corridor—chaos. Blood smeared across the walls. Two guards were pinned to the ground, screaming as shadowy figures fed on them, tearing at flesh with movements too fast to track. Gunshots rang out—pop-pop-pop!

Questions swirled in her mind. Slowly, compelled by curiosity, Melissa retraced her steps toward the bed. She approached silently, mindful not to disturb the sleeper. As she drew closer, she caught a glimpse of a flawlessly chiseled profile—a face defined by dark features, thick eyelashes, and raven-black hair. "Jeremy Nobody...?" Melissa whispered, her voice betraying both surprise and disbelief. How on earth did she end up in his house?

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

“Because they've been hanging around too much lately. Don't tell me you don't notice it.” I do notice it, but they are not my neighbours. I think I'm still being watched. The next house around here is like miles away, a five-minute walk away from my place. They will not come here just to hang around, someone is watching me, or us. “I do. And I'll look into it.” I inform Nikolai who looks unconvinced as he stares outside my window. “Why do I have this strange feeling?” He mumbles meaningfully and I take a nervous breath before getting out of bed as I begin to look around for my clothes.

The boys laughed, and Conri hugged them. Eventually, Thea’s phone rang. She jumped and then answered it, putting it on speakerphone and recording. “Chris?” Thea said. “We’re still following,” Chris said over speakerphone. “We’re about a mile out from that block Chase and Hunter suspect is their headquarters. We haven’t seen a single shadow demon in any of the humans here.” The group all looked at each other with expressions of shock and confusion. “Have you seen any werewolves or vampires or witches in the city?” Xavier said.

And so that is how we ended up, sat outside a large cave looking out across a vast lake and waiting for the exact moment to cross into the realm of the dead. The witch, Seraphine, assured us that the portal would take us exactly where we needed to be. She had managed to use her connection and found that a ceremony was taking place that night, she couldn’t tell us what the ceremony was for, only that all of the elite would be in attendance. And so that is what we now wait for. The countdown was on for the perfect moment to cross over and surprise the unsuspecting demon aristocracy, The night was black, and not a sound could be heard bar the occasional hoot of an owl, or rustle of trees in the