Paranormal Web Novels & Stories

Eric entered the dining room with several books and papers. He dropped them down at the table where Greta ate and searched the internet while she could connect to it. The struggle to get onto the internet and stay connect was a nightmare. Now, with the uptick in paranormal activity, it wasn’t just spotty internet, but batteries draining at an unnaturally fast rate, and equipment powering down at random. One machine used to make spirit voices available for them to hear, appeared to become possessed by several spirits that all needed to talk at once. None were interested in taking turn or working with the others. It forced them to shut it down and keep it turned off from then on. Which was no

Enraptured? Those words have never been said to me before. “You should have enjoyed the show and left.” I hiss, pretending to be nonchalant. “Not when I saw your miserable face after the orgasm. You miss the real thing, don't you?” Is he psychic? I blush. “You can't miss what you never had.” I gasp the moment the words are out of my mouth. He doesn't react in surprise or taunt me as I thought he would. “What a delight to meet a kinky virgin.” He smiles.

"And no, I don't think I'm a werewolf, really. I was just curious about what might happen. You know, does anyone ever respond to these things? What's the worst that could happen? It's all harmless fiction, right?" Beth nodded, though she still seemed unconvinced. "I guess... there's no harm in a little curiosity, right?" "Exactly! They have my name, my mom's name, birthday, and email address. That's it. No phone number, no address, nothing to worry about. No rogue werewolves or creepy internet stalkers coming after me. Besides, I bet nothing will even come of it. There are tons of these websites out there, made by fans of paranormal stuff. Just for fun. Nobody really believes it, right?"

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

Irene peeks over his shoulder to see him opening his note-taking app, the pen of his tablet ready to write down whatever information Safira is about to give him. "My friend, she... she's pregnant and is due to give birth around next week. People around her including me have noticed her acting strange these past few weeks." Safira recounts. Kai raises an eyebrow, writing down 'Kuntilanak', 'Sundel bolong', and 'Kuyang'. "And you're sure this is a paranormal phenomenon and not some form of prenatal depression or anxiety?" He asks, his tone is more akin to assurance rather than questioning. "I'm sure. I urged her to go see a psychologist and there was nothing wrong with her mentally. She kept d

That was the night they told me about Paranormal High. “It’s a school,” Aaron explained carefully. “For kids like you. So you can learn control. Safety.” “It’s not a punishment,” Mira added quickly. “And it doesn’t mean you’re leaving us.” I nodded, even though my heart felt like it was cracking open all over again. Paranormal High was bigger than I imagined. The gates alone were intimidating—etched with runes, humming softly with magic. Students of every kind walked past me—wolves laughing too loudly, witches floating books beside them, vampires moving like shadows in the sun.

C: So how do you know when I’m online to have spoken to me so many times? M: You’ll can add anonymous users to your chat friends and it basically tells you when they’re up for a chat. C: You added me as a friend? M: I find our conversations about our stresses riveting. He finds our conversations about struggling for succession riveting? That’s a weird way to look at things. If I told him I was dying, he’d see things differently. There would be no succession for me, or the potential of an us if he knew. Although I don’t think there is an us anyway. He probably lives in another country or an entirely separate universe where I don’t fit in.

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?