Paranormal Web Novels & Stories

He just could not help but smile at her. She rubbed her hair a bit. “All of this happened just about a month ago. Did you happened to see me before I looked like this?” He looked at her and shook his head. “I don’t know.” She got out her phone and showed him some photos from September to compare to what she looked like now. His eyes said enough for her to know he was shocked. “My friends and I, well some of them, we work in the paranormal field. Do you know what that is?”

“Physical vampires?” He slowly shook his head. “It is not that I discount it, necessarily. It is that I have yet to see an example of it with my own eyes. I’ve seen horrible, awful things. I’ve seen perfectly healthy people have psychotic breaks. Completely unexplained. Could this be accounted to demonic possession? Yes. Could it be accounted to vampirism? Perhaps. In my view, it doesn’t really matter what you label it. What you have is an unexplained event that is outside the guise of normal—thus, para-normal.

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.

"What the heck is that?" Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?" Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough." Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

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