Paranormal Suspense Novels & Stories

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

When Harriet flipped through the medical book and was about to close it, the medical book suddenly ignited itself. Even the letter Miriam wrote to her burned to ashes. It was as if Miriam didn't want anyone else to know her secrets. Harriet sighed, knowing what she had to do next. Just as she stood up, the iron door behind her suddenly opened. Before she could react, a figure rushed in. It was Delbert, but his state was abnormal. The previous tenderness in his eyes was gone, replaced by fierceness. At that point, Delbert could no longer suppress his paranoia and irritability.

Which leaves me with way too much free time to sip endless cups of tea and drown in Erotic fictional universes. This morning, I’m hiding behind my latest obsession: a paranormal thriller where the heroine has both a death wish and a vampire problem. Every page is a rabbit hole I can’t crawl back out of. “One more chapter,” I mutter, sipping lukewarm Earl Grey. The sigh that follows could win an Olympic medal for dramatic despair. I’ve said one more chapter five times now. My cup is empty. My brain is buzzing. Meanwhile, Aivra’s mechanical voice chirps beside me, every syllable clipped and precise:

"It doesn't kill paranormals. But it suppresses their physiology. Makes them dormant." We reach the extraction point. Catherine's people are waiting with a vehicle that looks less like a car and more like a paranormal bunker. My father helps load Adrian's unconscious body into the back. Kieran climbs in after him. "The safe house is forty minutes away," Catherine says. She's driving. Her ancient hands are steady on the wheel. "Will he survive that long?" "I don't know," Kieran says. I sit beside Adrian in the back. His skin is cold. Not normal cold. Paranormal cold. Like touching a creature that exists slightly outside normal reality. His black eyes are closed, but I can feel them behind his

Amidst the eerie silence, the voices of a man and a woman reverberated, their whispers akin to ghostly murmurs in the abyss. "Suzanne, save us! It's so cold... Run away, Suzanne! Don't look back!" their voices pleaded, wrenching at Suzanne's heart with each desperate cry. Suzanne sprinted aimlessly through the pitch-black surroundings, her senses consumed by fear as an ominous presence loomed over her. The sinister voice echoed through the void like a haunting chant, "Kill her... Kill her, and the money is yours... Kill her!" A shadowy figure materialized before Suzanne, its malevolent gaze piercing through the darkness. Its bloodied hands reached out and wrapped around her throat, suffocati

Who is he? Frank told her, and Jouri was not surprised after hearing what Frank told her about Reverend Quietus. It sounded scary, but as the reverend put it, the paranormal was but entities with the same energy signature as the spiritron vein. It was basically no different from cultivation, aside from being superior. "I'll hang up if there's nothing else," Frank said. "Wait." Jouri quickly stopped him. "Do you remember the number from Drunken Moon? I got a lead just a second ago. I'll send it over right now."

When I didn’t answer he came in to check on me and turned the lights on. “Is everything okay?” he asked, walking over to me as I stared dumbly at the window. “Yeah, I just thought I saw… something.” I blinked a couple of times thinking about whether I should tell Sam about this strange boy. He gets so defensive as it is. What if I was just imagining things? So, this new boy came to my school. Then he’s in the cemetery… maybe he’s visiting family too? Then he’s at my apartment… maybe he lives here too? Maybe I’m growing more and more paranoid as the days go by. Callie’s right, I need to stop watching scary movies every night.

She already suspected that the strange occurrences plaguing Samantha's group of friends were the work of something otherworldly, something malevolent. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she contemplated the possibilities: was this Mr. Hunt's doing, or perhaps a stroke of Samantha's bad luck? Jess couldn't rid herself of the nagging suspicion that their shared obsession—to open a gateway between the living and the dead—had released a power beyond their control. And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity.

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

My curiosity is starting to stir up and there’s something that pushes me to explore and explore. So I got up and started looking for things that I may have needed when time called. The blinding sight of the broken pieces of the mirror made me lose my control, and I started panicking as soon as I saw a reflection of someone behind me. It has a monstrous face and has mysterious and scary eyes that are staring at me like it’s ready to gobble me up if I flinch. The soles of my feet were glued together due to the different emotions invading my mind. I couldn’t move. I can’t shout. I rumble words that are eager to be free from my mouth. My throat is dry, and it’s even harder to breathe even though