Paranormal Novels & Stories

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

The project that they initially came for, their bonding night out, the incident that changed their whole lives and put them on the fast paced pedestal that was this past week. A week! It had seemed like a month, weeks, with all that had happened. Without doubt, they had all matured greatly and learned a lot from the experience... things that they were not going to forget in a hurry! Like the fact that... they could not deny the paranormal. After all, the lack of evidence was not the evidence of lack. Luckily, since Michelle was discharged and spoke to her parents, there was no need for the emergency plane service which would lead to a lot of bad publicity for

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

And now, they’re mine. I take a moment to breathe. The silence in the room is heavy, but I know I can’t afford to get lost in it. Not now. The computer terminal is still functional. I plug into the network, accessing the regular internet, the Dark Web, and the Deep Web. Control’s encrypted systems come online, and I scan for any new information. The screen flickers for a moment, then a report catches my eye. “Dust Bowl, Arizona: Reports of paranormal activity spike again. A second Hellgate breach suspected.”

Others sound like the beginning of horror novels. I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog. I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curling in my chest.

"But what’s the fun in that?" The doorbell rings, startling me. "What a shame, he is here," Rhys announces. I’m still trying to figure out what he meant a moment ago. There’s a small monitor to see who is at the door. When I peek at it, my heart nearly stops. Pajama Guy is Shane? I look to Rhys, hoping he will rescue me, but give up. Birds of a feather flock together, and these two are close. I bet Rhys is an even bigger psychopath than his friend, seeing as he is the boss.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

Ornais shook his head, he knew that this would end badly. Daniel closed his eyes and focused on Abigail. Soon he was inside her nightmare. He watched as a version of himself massaged her head. Daniel found it entertaining how he had invaded her inner mind from just one “accidental encounter”. The nightmare turned very quickly as imagined version of himself starting burning the places on Abigail’s head his fingers touched. Then the chair turned around and Abigail looked as if she was staring at a ghost.

she said and held the genius' hands "what could be making you cry?" "I don't know how to say it but I'm scared of living" Juana began "What do you mean? Are you feeling suicidal?" "Not exactly but I am tired of myself. I don't know if you'll see me as a strange person just as others do, but the thing is I see things. Things I shouldn't see, and things too much for me to comprehend or bear, I can't even sleep at nights and I can't even tell anyone at home because they'd be worried" Juana stopped talking.

she shouted again. "I assure you, that is the case as it stands." "Samantha is even more skeptical about this mystical shit that I am! I mean was. She's a born-again atheist, so why would she be seeing some kind of psychic --" "Medium," the ghost corrected her. "She is seeing a medium."