Paranormal Stories Novels & Stories

FREAKY AFTER DARK: CONTENT WARNINGS What You're About To Read This collection doesn't do safe. It doesn't do vanilla. If you're looking for paranormal romance where the monsters are basically humans with extra features, keep scrolling. Freaky After Dark is unapologetically filthy paranormal erotica where supernatural beings act like the feral, dominant, possessive creatures they actually are. These stories are designed for readers who've been waiting for monster romance that actually commits to the monster part.

“Since the humans discovered this forest, after a long, long time since I last saw it, they marveled at this clearing. No tree grows in here, no matter how much they tried to plant one. Humans didn’t enter the forest much, because of all the stories and rumors.” “Stories and rumors?” I mutter, staring at the clearing. “What kind of stories?” “Those of ghosts and paranormal phenomena. People dying, going missing while entering the forest, getting awfully sick... they weren’t false for the most part. Some people did die, unfortunately,” he says, and I glance at him. “How?” “The less you know about that the better,” Mysteriously, he says, but I know what he means. “You killed them?”

But she was muttering inside her: I really wish you would shut up you motherfucker, I don't want to hear anything from you or hear your damn voice that bothers me and I hope you lose your voice this I don't know what the curse is with him to come and talk to me after everything he did to me Is he sick Psychologically. Ayden looked into her eyes and said to her: Do you believe in something called the paranormal? She looked at him in astonishment and said without understanding: What do you mean? I did not understand what you wanted to say. I don't understand when you ask me about the paranormal. Ayden continued his words and said to her in all seriousness: Have you ever heard of werewolves or

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 practices that could pose a threat to the planet.

The university library was nearly empty at 9 PM on a Thursday, exactly how Mara preferred it. She'd claimed her usual spot in the back corner of the third floor, surrounded by towering shelves of forgotten literature that nobody bothered with anymore. Her psychology textbook lay open in front of her, but she'd read the same paragraph three times without absorbing a single word. The quiet was hypnotic. Just the distant hum of the heating system and the occasional whisper of pages turning somewhere far below. Then she heard footsteps.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

If she didn’t start talking soon, I’d be hotwiring my truck again and praying to the moon it would stay in working order all the way back to Vermont. “Well,” she finally started. “People have started asking about you. Several have been wolves, too. It’s like… like word got around that the vigilante rogue isn’t on the scene, and in the past five days alone there has been a huge spike in paranormals acting out. Oh, and that strip club you were keeping an eye on? Yeah, it’s definitely run by succubi and incubi.” My eyes widened in shock. “No!” I shrieked.

Yet another hour ticked by, and there were still zero leads. All of a sudden, Wilbur spoke up. "This is a paranormal incident. You can't solve it as detectives." "What did you just say?" Esha turned to Wilbur. "This wasn't done by a regular person. You don't have the skills to solve this case." Esha's expression darkened at once. She marched up to Wilbur until they were barely inches apart from each other. "Oh, really? Please tell me what did this, and who are you to be deducing such a thing?"

Zack exclaimed. "Seriously?" Shawn and Scarlett plated unsurprised gazes. "That's what I said," Dorian sighed. "But I still do believe in paranormals so—" "Look. Vampires? UFOs? They don't make any sense. Guys, we're not kids anymore," the tall raven haired newbie stated. "I agree with Shawn on this one." Scarlett nodded. "I think you've watched too much of Stranger Things. Next thing, you'll be running around the neighbourhood, on your bikes looking for clues."