Paranormal Stories Novels & Stories

Ken asked as he approached Elsa cautiously. He’d never seen anything like what he’d just witnessed. Nor had he even conceived it to be possible. He been in charge of PARS since its inception, but it was mainly to disprove the existence of the paranormal, not to prove it. Over the years he’d seen enough to make him believe in things in other dimensions; such as spirits and possibly even UFO’s. Believing and seeing were two different things. He’d never, ever, seen anything like this. A ghost or two, maybe, and possibly an alien on a visit to the planet, but not werewolves and vampires. No, nothing like this. “I don’t know.” Elsa replied as she walked back into the house.

The Supernatural There are people who believe deeply in the supernatural, but news flash. I’m not one of them. I am someone that believes in scientific understanding and the laws of nature. More of what can be observed and experimented with. I’m a bit of a nerd at times but I’m the kind of person that doesn’t get convinced easily. I have heard stories about ghosts and the paranormal. I have seen documentaries on how people professed that their houses were haunted and all kinds of stuff.

Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly. "So, all of the fairy tale bad guys?" I ask, thinking through the Brother's Grimm books that I had read last year. "Technically, that encompasses all paranormal beings," Zach reasons. "True," then something he said hits me. "Witches? Like actual magical, spell-casting, witches?” "Those are the ones," he says with a grin as he leans back, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "Are there others, aside from witches that have powers?" I ask, glancing around the room from one face to another.

He was abruptly interrupted. "I know what a parapsychologist is, thank you. The study of the unknown," Vivian interjected, displaying her knowledge. The British man smiled, his eyes fixed on Vivian. "Of course you do. Well, you see, I believe so much in the existence of the supernatural world and its incredible creatures like werewolves and vampires. But I haven't been fortunate enough to come across one before. Anyone who has encountered them must be really special," he said, his voice filled with longing.

I glanced down and the breath in my lungs died–the ground below me was filled with more demons and blood-curling screams as fire spewed from the hell. My perspective swirled. My breathing was gruff, unlike mine. The world around me flickered like I was in a VR game. A demon raced toward me and I lifted my hands to defend myself. That's when I saw them–clawed red hands. Not Thorne’s. Not human. Mine. They tore through the screaming demons, splitting it in half before slashing another across the face. Blood spewed from open guys and bones cracked like plastic everywhere I turned. A loud screech caught my attention and I looked up–one of the man-bats was flying toward me, jaws wide.

Sarah had texted Daniel an hour earlier: “Pick up milk, bread, and whatever else we need. Ethan’s tagging along—he needs stuff for his new apartment.” That was the official story. The real story started three months ago in the guest bedroom after too much wine at Sarah’s birthday dinner. A late-night kitchen raid turned into hands under shirts, mouths crashing together in the dark pantry while Sarah slept upstairs. Since then it had been stolen moments—quick handjobs in the garage, blowjobs in Ethan’s car in the driveway, once even a frantic fuck on the laundry room floor while Sarah was at yoga. Never enough. Never safe. Always hungry.

Ryan didn’t sleep that night. Even with Chris asleep on the couch and Daniel curled up in the arm chair refusing to go home in case Ryan needed him the apartment felt haunted. Not with ghosts. But with memories. And paranoia. Every creak in the floor. Every flicker of shadow outside the window. Every time the refrigerator hummed a little too loud. He kept thinking Adrien would appear in the mirror again. Because he had once. That night after the party. Ryan had been brushing his teeth, and when he’d looked up, Adrien’s reflection had stared back through the window behind him.

Scene Notice – Taboo Group Erotica This scene features explicit sexual content between Bianca and her three stepbrothers—Damian, Victor, and Julian. It contains themes of forbidden attraction, seduction, and multiple partners (MMMF). Bianca has always flirted at the edge of what’s acceptable, teasing the boundaries of step-sibling propriety. But tonight, the game changes. Tonight, the teasing ends. Tonight, they give her exactly what she's been asking for. All characters are consenting adults, and the story is intended for mature readers (18+) who enjoy taboo, emotionally charged, and provocative erotica. If such themes are not to your taste, feel free to skip this chapter

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

She began. For the first time, fear flashed in Sandra's eyes. "Wh-- What is going on, Mena?" "Oh, it's nothing to be scared of, please trust me, okay?" She rushed to reassure her friend. "O-Okay." Sandra still looked unconvinced. "Good. Do you remember those novels you like to read? Those ones where men turn into werewolves, vampires, and all those kinds of stuff?" "You mean my paranormal books? How can I ever forget about them? I have two in my bag as we speak." She paused, "But, what has that got to do with anything?"