Paranormal Stories Novels & Stories

My brows furrowed as I scrolled. It was full of supernatural theories, secret societies. Non-human entities. Stories of men who appeared and disappeared at will. Figures who manipulated reality from behind the scenes. I snorted softly. “This is ridiculous.” I refined the search and tried again. The same nonsense stared back at me. I felt a strange chill crawl up my spine, not fear exactly, but irritation mixed with disbelief. “No,” I said aloud. “That’s not possible. Those things don’t exist.” I dropped the phone onto the desk harder than necessary.

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?

Especially now that I have Anna with me. Alexandro is a people person, he loves people around him so much so that he hosts parties all the time, just so he doesn't stay alone. But I know under the happy smiles and boisterous laughter lay a man with a grieving heart, he had lost three of his kids to strange illnesses that none of the doctors in all of the packs in the werewolf land and human land had been able to detect or cure, I remembered he even took the last sick kid to the land of the witches in search of answers and solutions but even them were unable to cure the child.

The world is a really funny place. Not everybody knows what is. There were humans and there were others who were not so human. It’s kind of confusing, but there are things beyond human reasoning. There is a whole world out there that no one knows exist. It all hangs in a balance like good and evil, light and dark and then there’s human and supernatural. This is the story.

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

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.

She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spoke with an eerie, spooky voice, “Anything paranormal… Such as---” I cut her off since I found this activity fascinating when something silly suddenly popped into my head. “What? Vampires? Werewolves? Goblins? Oh, aliens? Fudge, I love to meet one! And zombies!”

"I'll go back home and continue my normal life but I'll never have anything to do with ghosts anymore. I won't even do like I see them and will continue my story writing and studies." "Will you write my story, Chris?" "Never. It's a secret." I vehemently shook my head. "Why? You don't want people to know you see ghosts?" "Yes, I don't. Moreover, people hardly believe you guys exist so it's of no use writing it and trying to convince them." "But I want you to write my story, Chris. I want the world to know how I died, what caused my death, everything. Including the way, my mum cried when she found out about my death till the very end when I'm gone."

It feels like something under my chest are about to explode. The surroundings are so blurry and the next thing I knew is my back hit something before darkness subside my consciousness. ### Amira's POV I excitedly scan my newly bought book from the bookstore lately. It's all about paranormal stories. It was so thick as it consists of different paranormal stories. Since I get so tired of reading cliche romance stories, I have tried out reading horror again since I'm fond of it as well. As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence.

I never believed in the occult. Not really. Sure, I’d dabbled in tarot cards during college sleepovers, giggling with my roommates as we pretended to commune with spirits over cheap wine and pizza. But that was years ago. Now, at 28, I was a practical woman— a graphic designer in a bustling city, living in a cozy apartment that overlooked the twinkling skyline. My days were filled with deadlines, coffee runs, and the occasional swipe on dating apps, hoping to find someone who could ignite that spark I’d been missing. Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm.