Paranorman Norman Novels & Stories

"Nathan... how long is Uncle Stanley going to be here? I thought he was just staying for a few days after... after the funeral." Nathan’s eyebrows furrowed, a genuine flash of confusion crossing his face. "Why are you asking? You don't like having him around?" Norman finally looked up. His eyes were wide, reflecting the dim hallway lights. "I do, but... he’s being weird, Nathan. He’s bringing different women into Mum’s room. They’re loud, and they’re shouting. And there are these strange men coming into the house at all hours. They look like criminals. I’m scared to even go to the kitchen."

“ The ritual passed on to your kind from the earliest of days? That accursed ritual that births the next Paragon?” “ The very same,” the human slave said, a smile slowly crossing his face when he saw Hera’s fear. “ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, M

Norman nodded admiringly. "I only know a little about medicine. I wouldn't say that I'm a miracle doctor. Just call me Sebastian," he said modestly. "Well, Sebastian, you are much too modest. I'd like you to have a look at me later," Norman said, smiling. Sebastian nodded slightly. Actually, the moment he had entered the room, he had sensed an evil energy from Norman. Although Norman looked energetic on the outside, there was a faint dark energy hidden on his forehead. Those who didn't understand the spells of the mystic sects might have just assumed that Norman's health was declining due to his old age, but the truth was that he had been invaded by an evil presence!

I wait until I am in the middle of his office and watch as Norman stands and makes his way around his desk to stand in front of me before asking, “So, Norman, what is the news?” I shake his hand that he extends but at his touch, all I want to do is pull my hand away from his, grab his throat and rip it out. I pull in my emotions before they take too much of a hold and wait for his answer. “All her bloods came back normal…”

Ava gasped echoed in the room. Norman spat out blood while massaging his jaw, but the smirk never left his face. Samantha took a few steps towards him. "Norman, are you…?” Ryan was faster. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back away from Shawn and Norman. "Dont interfere in this," Ryan growled, his face twisted in anger. Samantha struggled to get her arms out of Norman’s grip, but he was stronger. He released her abruptly, yanking her to another side. Samantha staggered before gaining her balance and glared at Norman. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

"Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—" Hearing him talk made my heart spin. "Dude, shut up!" I gave him a murdering glance. "Sorry," he shrugged one shoulder, "guess I should run." He slid his gaze to Norma and smiled. "You are welcome, princess." Once I was sure he was out of earshot and Norma was no longer clutching me as if her life depended on it, I quietly asked, "Who is tha

She plans to see a psychologist soon, as Bosey had suggested. Bosey took Mandy to the mansion, kissed her goodbye and retired to his room. He was trying to get into the shower when he received a call, it was Norman's father. "Hello sir, how's Norman" Bosey asked. "Norman is fine, he woke up briefly and then drifted off again. We hope he wakes up again and stays awake this time" "That's good to hear! Bosey said, excitedly. "But Bosey, when Norman was awake, he kept screaming, that his boss wants to kill him, then | asked the name of his boss, he kept calling a female's name before he was sedated"

Diana said again whilst demonstrating her hand. "I really feel like puking." She groaned out with her eyes closed. __~ Mr Norman paced round his room with a glass of wine in his hand. He slugged down every content in the glass cup at once and dropped it on the table. He sat down and poured in yet another quantity from the bottle. He brought out the reason he has been pacing around from his back pocket and stared into it. Since he came back from the hospital with the woman's picture, he hasn't been himself.

She could feel the weight of Ethan's gaze on her, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Norman's sharp eyes flick to her purse. "I think you would call the person that just dropped you a text if you can," Norman said, his voice as calm and smooth as fine wine, but with a razor-sharp edge. The request was a simple one, a seemingly innocent gesture, but it was a test. A demand. And it sent a cold, paralyzing fear through Aria.

My stomach grumbled loudly, and I sighed. “I can’t escape him,” I whispered. I opened my door and I yipped, almost tripping on my already sprained ankle. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” I yelled, my heart beating frantically as I rubbed my chest. Norman was standing in front of me wearing grey pants and a black tank top. His body was glistening with sweat. Seems he just came back from a run. “Good morning to you too, Ms Aurora,” he says, smiling cockily. I ignored him, coming out of my room.