Paranormal Web Novels & Stories

“Alpha Hayes? What's going on?” “You're not going to like this news,” he said, coming forward and handing me his phone so that I could watch the video playing. “It was put out on the Paranormal Watch not long ago.” The Paranormal Watch was a ghost social media platform for all non-humans to share news and updates concerning our lives. For werewolves, it was an easy way to understand what went on in another pack even if you were miles away from them. It gave us the freedom to freely expose the part of ourselves that we had to hide from humans. It had been in existence for as long as I could remember, and although every couple of years some wannabe would try to hack into the network, the site

Elena's POV He is weird! A very weird weird weird creature and I hate him so much! One minute he becomes so caring and then at another moment he shows what he really is! A monster! Yeah! A monster!! Manik Monster Malhotra! If you are thinking I have gone crazy than congratulations! You are right! I've become insane and if some kind of sanity is left then I'm sure it won't take much time to be converted into insanity! What the hell does that man thinks of himself?

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Eleand gathered his thoughts for a moment, where he before he started his story. “All right, this may sound weird, but it looks real. Well, in my mind. When I was in a coma, I dreamed about a faerie realm called Erganiv, and it has four domains— Gwiazda, Noyuh, Alsache, and the Capital City, Argia.” “All right, go on.” Ezekiel listened carefully. He jotted down all the information in a long bond paper. Even to the smallest detail, he explained everything. His younger brother looked interested, and he didn’t laugh even if he sounded crazy. Until they noticed it was past midnight after they had been finished discussing.

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Ken asked as he approached Elsa cautiously. He’d never seen anything like what he’d just witnessed. Nor had he even conceived it to be possible. He been in charge of PARS since its inception, but it was mainly to disprove the existence of the paranormal, not to prove it. Over the years he’d seen enough to make him believe in things in other dimensions; such as spirits and possibly even UFO’s. Believing and seeing were two different things. He’d never, ever, seen anything like this. A ghost or two, maybe, and possibly an alien on a visit to the planet, but not werewolves and vampires. No, nothing like this. “I don’t know.” Elsa replied as she walked back into the house.

I looked down on my legs when I felt the same energy that tied down my hands did the same justice to my legs. Ahh! I tried moving my body, it couldn't move. The same rope was tied on my stomach supported with a long pillar. This looked like an old store as I was surrounded by a whole lot of empty brown boxes arranged on each other. I wondered where the ray of light came from. My gaze accidentally met with an open space like a window above me. What was I doing in this strange place? What was Kelvin up to? Why was I abducted? What does he want from me?

she gasped into the wife’s mouth, and he obeyed, pounding deeper, the bed creaking under them. Another ghost produced antique toys from thin air—pearl vibrators, glass dildos, silk ropes. They bound the second husband’s wrists to the bedpost and guided his wife to straddle his face. She lowered her pussy onto his mouth, moaning as he licked her. The ghosts pressed a vibrating pearl to Mira’s clit while the stranger fucked her, the buzz sending shocks through her core. She came hard, pussy squirting, soaking the sheets and the stranger’s thighs.

She was a digital warrior, fighting for truth and justice in the shadows of the internet. Kai's insights were more ethereal, more unsettling. They were not based on facts or logic, but on intuition and perception, on a deep connection to the unseen world. He spoke of the Crimson Zone as a place where the boundaries between worlds blurred, where the past bled into the present, where the echoes of ancient power still resonated. He described it as a place of psychic turbulence, a nexus of supernatural energy, a vortex of darkness.