Novel & Cerita Paranormal

he could even see his skeleton in the mirror even without the damn science. He wasn't expecting anything to happen even after killing his mom, but he just thought of ending her rude and continuous sex every time. he looked down at her body once again but this time her body looks old like her dead body had just aged a hundred years. "What is this"; he muttered afraid of what his eyes had just seen. seconds later the aged body turned into a dark fog and disappeared. Kazuma felt tensed, like his bone would jump out of his skin, then he felt dizzy and fell off on the edge of the bed...

"That board is no ordinary board game. It summons evil beings from another realm. If you summon someone or anything from the spirit realm, then it's the same as opening their portal to our world. Anything can come out of there. It wasn't what you expected at all. Beverly, you and your friends can't handle this on your own. You need help!" I was so scared. What are we really dealing with? "Follow me!" I followed Rebecca into the room. She unpacked some things quickly. Helen who had fallen asleep in bed several times squirmed at the noise Rebecca made. He opened a medium-sized suitcase. Take out some stuff and pick up a book. He turned the book a few times and he seemed to have found what h

Ken asked as he approached Elsa cautiously. He’d never seen anything like what he’d just witnessed. Nor had he even conceived it to be possible. He been in charge of PARS since its inception, but it was mainly to disprove the existence of the paranormal, not to prove it. Over the years he’d seen enough to make him believe in things in other dimensions; such as spirits and possibly even UFO’s. Believing and seeing were two different things. He’d never, ever, seen anything like this. A ghost or two, maybe, and possibly an alien on a visit to the planet, but not werewolves and vampires. No, nothing like this. “I don’t know.” Elsa replied as she walked back into t

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

My heart is furiously beating as I type the word nonhuman. Many articles pop up so I just click on the first one. There are so many definitions. Sirens,witches, vampires , demons and yes, Angels are there too. Apparently the term is used to describe people who are not exactly humans, people with unusual gifts or powers. The following article says nonhumans are just a myth and that no such thing exists. One says they were real during the eighteenth century but we're destroyed and are now extinct. I keep on reading and even click on the images. The images are a bit scary and definitely not human. The thought that I could be one of those things is more than scary.

I pulled him up and held him close. Fear was evident on Mrs Spears face. For a moment, the thunder and lightning stopped but the next second, screams filled the arena. It's high time I checked whatever is really going on. Whether or not my powers are intact, war has been declared. NB: this is by chance my first paranormal/supernatural based novel so please ignore any flops 🙏🙏. Thanks 😘

"Long before New York became what it is, paranormals needed infrastructure. Needed places to exist without human detection." The tunnel walls pulse with faint light. Not electric. Something older. Something that makes my skin tingle with paranormal energy. "There are networks like this under every major city," Vess continues. "London. Tokyo. São Paulo. Paranormal civilization existed parallel to human civilization for centuries. You just never noticed." Adrian's grip on my hand tightens. Through the bond, I feel his anxiety. We're walking into Shadow Faction territory. Walking into unknown territo

He was a ghost, a spectre haunting the decaying halls of the archive, a living testament to the devastating power of despair. One day, he found himself staring at the cylinder, his reflection superimposed onto its polished surface. The image was distorted, fragmented, mirroring his own shattered self. The anomaly’s hum seemed to intensify, vibrating through him with a raw, visceral force. He felt a connection, a disturbing resonance with the energy that pulsed through the cylinder, a feeling both terrifying and strangely comforting. It was as if the anomaly was speaking to him, not through words or sounds but through sensations, a deep, almost physical communication that resonated with the d