Paranormal Novels & Stories

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.

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

"What the heck is that?" Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?" Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough." Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

"In traditional belief systems, certain individuals were thought to have natural gifts—mediums, sensitives, those who could perceive beyond normal human senses." Casie's mind raced. "We need to check local paranormal investigation groups, psychic readers, anyone who claims a connection to the spirit world." "You're taking this seriously?" Rick looked incredulous. "Psychics and mediums?" "The killer is," she pointed out. "That's what matters." Rick shook his head but began typing again. "There's a paranormal research society at the university. A few storefront psychics downtown. Even a ghost tour company that claims their guide h

I said. “Interesting.” Aiden said, “Not silver?” “What? What is it?” “You are seeing their aura colors with their sound waves. This is an exceedingly rare event.” Aiden said sounding impressed. “What do you mean?” “When people are trapped in their minds they normally see the sound waves of the ones talking around their bodies. In normal circumstances, all of the sound waves people see come as the color silver. You, however, see them as their aura. You know exactly who is talking at the time the waves are sent.” Aiden explained.

The City of Asgaphra was divided into two main parts, south of the Nanye River - where the people call the Old Quarter and north - a place mocked by magical creatures as the Blind Gathering. On one side were people who did not have magic. There are also some supernatural creatures mixed in, of course, but not many. Those supernatural creatures were always closely monitored by the City Council for fear that they would do something stupid and injure people in Blind Gathering who had no resistance. Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.