Paranormal Web Novels & Stories

She was now determined to find someone that could reverse the spell. Jennifer went to a small little house in the country to see the Voodoo Doctor Ellen. Ellen was known as being the best in the county. Jennifer explained to Ellen that Lillie, the witch, had used black magic put a spell on her. She thought it was to kill her. Ellen agreed to help Jennifer and explained to her while protection spells and rituals are the best way to prevent hexes, jinxes, and other malevolent magic from sticking to you in the first place, reversals are the best way to shake it off. A reversal would have to be performed.

“What is Noirvald? You’ve mentioned it twice now.” “It’s where they send the monsters,” said Orin. “That’s right. It’s where the people who are out of control are banished if they can be caught without being killed. Noirvald is its own realm, and it’s like a prison dimension. The exit from that world is locked, and the Council controls the only way to visit there. Once you go to Noirvald, you never leave.” She shivered at the finality in Ryland’s voice. “But if you know how to counter this noir, or the actual animal lust now, why don’t they try to redeem the vampires who’ve been banished there?”

It became a piece of a stretch, however, he felt like there have been a few kinds of connection among them. "However, I do not clearly understand approximately the details. Urban legends... Or ought to I say, extra like odd rumours in college. Probably counts as one of every one of our college's Seven Wonders. Solving the thriller of the 'Witch,' the Occult Research Club... Something like that maybe?" "Witch!?" Hearing her repeat the term, Raven unwittingly moved in the direction of Helena. Instantly, their faces nearly touching, they might experience every different's breath.

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.

As I walked through the streets of Chicago with a small box of crap from my desk, I felt almost like a zombie; like my physical body was there, but my brain was a million miles away. I wasn't even crying anymore... I just felt empty; like I didn't have anything going for me anymore.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

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.

Exhausted, frustrated, and confused, Rio sat alone in the library. Books are scattered at the table in front of him. These books were all about paranormal beings. Creatures that are believed to have existed among us but stayed hidden from the mortal’s eye at least. Rio massages his forehead removed his reading glasses and closed his eyes.

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

"Long before New York became what it is, paranormals needed infrastructure. Needed places to exist without human detection." The tunnel walls pulse with faint light. Not electric. Something older. Something that makes my skin tingle with paranormal energy. "There are networks like this under every major city," Vess continues. "London. Tokyo. São Paulo. Paranormal civilization existed parallel to human civilization for centuries. You just never noticed." Adrian's grip on my hand tightens. Through the bond, I feel his anxiety. We're walking into Shadow Faction territory. Walking into unknown territory. And he's responsible for all of it now.