Paranormal Suspense Novels & Stories

She closed the window where she was writing her essay and decided to further her research on 'paranormal'. After the series of incidents that happened with her, she had tried to look up the internet. Unfortunately, the search results came up with a bunch of YA fantasy and paranormal books and some real-life or so what they claim paranormal activities. Having been busy for the past week, she could not continue digging up information. She typed in a different question this time - Why do I hear voices Millions of search results came up in seconds. She rolled through some but halted when she read the title of the article. She immediately clicked it open. It was a blog post. She started reading.

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!”

he stuttered, and Toyota's look went cold as she threw down the plank and rested her palms on the armrest of the chair. Her piercing cold eyes stared down at him, and he froze on his seat as her necklace dangled on his face. The two babies heads began swinging like an hypnotist's pendulum, and his eyes followed it for a minute before he got a hang of it. "Term...ina... Terminator!!!" He peed in his pants just like Alberto, and Sylvester began laughing. "Now this is thriller, horror and comedy, what's the genre?" Jaemin grinned. "Deathmance" Sylvester replied.

He was a ghost, a spectre haunting the decaying halls of the archive, a living testament to the devastating power of despair. One day, he found himself staring at the cylinder, his reflection superimposed onto its polished surface. The image was distorted, fragmented, mirroring his own shattered self. The anomaly’s hum seemed to intensify, vibrating through him with a raw, visceral force. He felt a connection, a disturbing resonance with the energy that pulsed through the cylinder, a feeling both terrifying and strangely comforting. It was as if the anomaly was speaking to him, not through words or sounds but through sensations, a deep, almost physical communication that resonated with the d

He called him again. "Yes pup". "You said your mother had super natural powers. Do you have too"? He asked the question that was clicking in his mind. "Well we all have. For instance Enzo can cast a spell. Saint, can put someone to sleep. Max can read minds. He knows what’s going on in other people's minds. Zee is a calamative. Like if you are panicking or upset, just look at him and you will feel at ease". He told him.

The air was thick with tension, a constant reminder that the battle she was waging was far from over. It began with small, unsettling occurrences. Lena noticed unfamiliar cars parked near her home—vehicles with tinted windows that seemed to linger longer than necessary. At first, she dismissed them as coincidences, but as the sightings became more frequent, her paranoia grew. Faces she didn’t recognize appeared in her usual haunts, their eyes lingering on her a moment too long. Her phone began receiving mysterious, hang-up calls at all hours of the day, leaving her feeling increasingly uneasy.

This is not just about the notebook she scribbles in when no one is watching. My gut tells me this is the behavior of a spy not quite good enough at her job, which is why I got Shane involved. Shane Griffin can dig out millennium-old skeletons buried at the bottom of the ocean, but he is also constantly flirting with the line between sanity and insanity. You have to catch him at the right time to get desirable results. It takes him a week to get anything substantial, which he relays to me over dinner at my house. "You were right," he says as a maid pours wine. The maid has barely left the table when Shane ogles her. "Do your house staff moonlight as models? That one looks like she gets her e

“ He won't find you here, trust me” ‘“ how do you know that? “ “ I know we've lost our powers and all , but this is still a supernatural land, bound by an ancestral force from the past, anyone with bad intentions can't get past our bond” “ Well that's comforting, “ I smiled. She smiled back and went back to whatever she was doing. I waved at Indila and Khan and went back to the room given to me by Uriel. She sat humming a tune and braiding her hair. I took a seat beside her.

"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?

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.