Paranormal Web Novels & Stories

“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.

Dominatrices rarely operated under them. Still, it was a start. He ran the name through every encrypted paranormal database he had access to. Then human ones. Then the gray in-between: blogs, forums, whispered client testimonies buried in online shadows. She didn’t advertise. She didn’t need to. What he found instead were stories. Men, powerful ones — who’d come out of her sessions like they’d been remade. One even claimed his PTSD vanished. Another had stopped turning feral on full moons. A vampire had confessed that she made him forget bloodlust for the first time in three centuries.

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

Ornais shook his head, he knew that this would end badly. Daniel closed his eyes and focused on Abigail. Soon he was inside her nightmare. He watched as a version of himself massaged her head. Daniel found it entertaining how he had invaded her inner mind from just one “accidental encounter”. The nightmare turned very quickly as imagined version of himself starting burning the places on Abigail’s head his fingers touched. Then the chair turned around and Abigail looked as if she was staring at a ghost.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, Lycanthropes still roamed the earth, disguised as humans and could morph from man to monster at will. To look through the book and see detailed explanations of physical traits such as immense strength, one could be persuaded to believe that what the author was saying was true. If I believed in conspiracy theories, I might would have considered believing it myself. I sighed before closing the book. No matter how much I tried to distract myself with fairytales, I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to Cain. If I was honest with myself, I needed to focus on finding my grandfather for more than just the purpose of finding him. needed the distraction. Which

[ translation What. "Signore, il nostro Sistema è stato violato. tutti I tuoi dati e record sulla banda ora sono condivisi con qualcun altro." Enzo informed with a panicked tone. [ translation: Sir, our system has been breached. all your data and bandwidth records are now shared with someone else ] "Have you located who hacked us?" I said calmly. Enzo looked confused that I wasn't reacting. There's a specific person that I'm hoping for that hacked us.

, she looked away and lifted both sides of her collar to signify being proud. "Shut up jare", I said and continued eating my food. The worst thing about abroko changing from pamphlet to online was that there was now comment sections. Give teenagers comment sections and they can rain hell on you for no reason at all. spicydodo: i think Ms. Angeline killed Lola because we all know Daniel was in love with her. This is so w*****d lol This comment was going viral lebanesechicken: I like this abroko, sis took gossipping to a whole new level and with the ads on this group, she's making her coin

I saw the description of the page, placed in the sidebar: "I, the host of this website, known as 'the_scarlet_truth', have devoted my entire life and funds to collect evidence for the existence of legendary creatures called the 'Scarlet Angels', known mostly from legends or fairy-tales passed down from generation to generation. I know they are real, saw too many strong evidence, heck, I even saw them myself. It's already 998 website on this topic that I created, the ones before always vanished mysteriously overnight after a while. It might be common on the Deep Web but not so often and sudden, especially since there were no problems with the servers beforehand. When I looked deeply into it,