Paranormal Web Novels & Stories

"Oh, that's quite a piece." "Don't tell me that you actually believe this, Jay." He drags a chair close and sits on my right. "What's not to believe there? It's Moonlight, right? And you're on VPN. That's the most legit blog on paranormals." "This particular source sounds like a baby trying to read for the first time. Doesn't look like this is a press release from his palace, Jay. It feels like a packaged form of sardines that're filled with water instead of oil. He bites his own kind when he goes berserk?"

Alan exclaimed in a choked voice "I'll tell you, it's Kyler's fate. I don't know why he died on that floor. But I can feel his aura thinning when I'm with you on that roof. . Satan is sucking his life energy!" Alan chuckled stupidly, how could he believe such things? Impossible "No, you must be lying to me!" Mizuki chuckled, "If you don't believe it, it's up to you Alan. You may also be carried by a pregnant satanic figure, if you don't stop that woman who is about to commit suicide immediately!" Mizuki said making Alan immediately slammed his car to the side of the road. "What do you mean huh?" shouted Alan

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!”

“And I think I’ve found something; a website. At first, I thought it was just stupid, but then I saw something.” Over the years, Aurora had combed through site after site of myths and legends and never found anything of use. There were pages dedicated to Satan, and even websites claiming to have been written by real vampires. But nothing of real value. “Take a look sister. Like I said, it seems stupid at first but then…” The site was a blog called Mr Mass Murder and from what Aurora could tell, the author was some kind of weirdo who liked to keep track of mass murder sites all over the world. Throughout his posts, the author described with gory accuracy, mass murders from every corner of the

We already searched for answers. She stood up slow, legs still jelly. Turned off the tap. Grabbed a towel, wrapped it loose. Back in the living room she flopped on the couch, dripping everywhere. Laptop was open—screen black. She tapped it awake. Browser already up. Search bar: cervical parasites deep sea symbiote human glowing after orgasm Bonnie stared. “You really did that. While I was blacked out.” We are curious too. She scrolled. Forum threads. Weird biology blogs. People talking about parasites that bond for pleasure. Reward chemicals. Evolution through constant bliss.

Her mind clouded with need. She shivered. Was it just some kink? A twisted game? Or was it something more? She couldn’t shake it. Couldn’t rest. And the more she tried to make sense of it, the deeper the unease grew in her gut. She opened a private browser window and hesitated only briefly before typing in the words: “Signs you’ve been bitten by a vampire.” Nothing helpful. A few odd Reddit threads, a YouTube video about tantric healing, and a pop article about succubi.

“Steinhart automatically seals all affiliated locations during a threat breach. How long has this been going on?” “Two hours!” I stepped back, the floor swaying under my feet. “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is happening?! Why is this happening to me?!” And then— My hands lit up. Blue light surged from my fingertips, curling like mist, crackling with raw energy. A violent shiver raced up my spine. Something dark… something ancient… was coming. I could feel it in my bones. “It’s the Paranormal Sense,” a calm voice said beside me.

"Keep an eye on Emma. Something's definitely going to happen to Amelia Fernandez’s husband's wheelchair tonight. "For five million dollars, people would tear each other apart." Summer holstered her gun. "Don't play with fire." "See yourself out." The morgue fell silent again. As I leaned against the wall, my phone vibrated. It was a text message from an unknown number. [10 p.m. tomorrow. Southside Junkyard for a private job. Name your price.] I replied with two words. [Cash upfront.] The wind was cutting through like a knife the following night.

I had no idea when I would be let out. All I could hear was the rustling sounds from the rats, cockroaches, and other bugs that scurried around. It was so horrible that I cried hysterically until I fell asleep from exhaustion. The next time I woke up, I sensed the rats nibbling at my ears. I learned not to fall asleep, or the rats would chew my ears off. Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, I heard it—the grating sound of metal against metal. Suddenly, light flooded into my eyes. My eyelids glowed red, every vein illuminated. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Light wasn't supposed to exist here.