Paranormal Novels & Stories

"Incubi seduce young women while they sleep. We need the others to know you aren't here for sport." As if tomorrow wasn't already going to be bad enough! Now she had to worry about creatures seducing her in her sleep. Where was a good, sturdy, chastity belt when she needed one? “Others? How many others are there?” she asked. “How many other incubi are here?” William tried to clarify her question. “How many kinds of immortals are there?” Emily asked. Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack?

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.

We walked straight over to Doran. “Doran, tell me more about what’s happened.” “It started a few hours ago, three of our warriors began feeling tingling in their hands. Then without warning, white sparks appeared. It’s started happening to me too. We wondered if it had anything to do with Thea now being part of the pack?” Thea looked at me. “Atlas, the tingling sounds right.” I looked around the pack members, surely this was impossible? I saw Thea’s father Robert some paces away.

Had I not seen her doing all those things, I would not have thought that there was anything strange about her. Puzzled, I sent a DM to the person who had replied to my post. [What did you mean by that? What’s this about something paranormal happening around me?] The person replied quickly, [Girl, your roommate is performing the Guiding Ritual! It’s an ancient ritual. I don’t know the specifics, but it’s nothing good. Be careful. Those who perform this ritual usually have their reasons.] The Guiding Ritual. I did not recognize that term at all, but it did not sound like the average ritual.

he assured his wife. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The headquarter of The Paranormal Agency was situated on the outskirts of the town. It was a secret operation designed to detect any paranormal activity within its dominion. In the absence of any scientific backing, the agency heavily relied on folklore and mythology for information. The purpose was to detect and deter the practises that could pose a threat to the planet.

"What? Was I wrong? Are we supposed to let just about anyone into a crime scene and make such deluded statements on the case? What would you even need forensics for, then?" "How dare you!" Mikael was furious but could not say much else. Wilbur nodded at Pembroke, who said at once, "Esha, Mister Penn's a member of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. He does have the right to be speaking on this." "The Department of Paranormal Research and Defense? I've never even heard of them. Captain Wells, you're being scammed here. It's not a good look for you at all if this gets out," Esha said in disdain.

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.

Elizabeth and Norton would leave the town for good within a few hours. “She is safe with the agency,” he assured his wife. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The headquarter of The Paranormal Agency was situated on the outskirts of the town. It was a secret operation designed to detect any paranormal activity within its dominion. In the absence of any scientific backing, the agency heavily relied on folklore and mythology for information. The purpose was to detect and deter the practises that could pose a threat to the planet.

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"

I think I fell asleep again around a quarter to 5 since I took the time to talk to that lady even though I looked like a fool who was talking to thin air, knowing no one will answer me. Scarier thought, what if she did? What would I have done then? I would just like to ask, why is everyone that I encounter that's supernatural or paranormal seem to be FAMILIAR to me. It’s not that I directly know them but more like I've seen them before somewhere. it's the same with places and even items. Like I see this place and think that I’ve been to it before, or I think that I’ve seen a certain object before, but I actually haven’t.in my waking life.