Paranorman Norman Novels & Stories

My head pounded and I winced, trying to lay still, to lessen the pain. “Ah, you’re awake Miss Brennan…” My eyes fluttered open and I turned my head, looking at the man standing, leaning against the wall… I hadn’t seen things in the factory. “Vince…? Abe… he killed you.” “Yes, he did kill Vince. I am not Vince. I am his twin, Norman.” Norman… what a crappy name for a vampire. If I wasn’t in so much pain, I would have laughed. But it wasn’t just me head that hurt and I groaned, “What did you do to me?”

It's on the kitchen counter, right next to a bright red laptop that I recognize. "…leaving now. There had better be some bitches there, Ricky. Someone needs to suck me off." Norman's voice has me ducking into the kitchen and quickly flicking the light switch to shroud the room in darkness. His footsteps pound on the steps, and he walks right past the kitchen entrance. The entrance is U-shaped with two walls extending on each side. I'm curled up on the ground, on the inside part of the wall, hoping he doesn't smell my blood. Fortunately, Norman just walks out the front door, and a few minutes later, I hear the sound of his car roaring away.

“Karila? – I called feeling the annoying pain in my throat. I wasn't answered, not in words, not right away. My eyes followed the movement of light, the sound of dragging chains, and the tightening as I caught sight of the figure sitting at the far end of me. Normani appeared to be sleeping soundly as she was chained to a chair, her head lolling back in an awkwardness that showed she was completely out of consciousness.

Before we hung up, wanting to offer something for his easy help, I added, “I’ll put in a good word for you with Damon. Maybe we can get some proper resources sent your way. You could use an upgrade out here.” There was a pause on the other end of the line. When Norman spoke again, his usual bored, teasing tone was completely gone, replaced by something somber and quiet. “I haven’t relied on his resources in a long time, Lana. I don’t need them.” The shift in his voice was startling. He sounded older, more serious than the video-game-obsessed kid I’d first met. I tried to be encouraging. “Well, whatever you’re doing out here, I’ll support you. As long as you’re not breaking any pack rules.”

I asked Norma. Norma looked up, a smile plastered on her beautiful face. "That is Koltin Barnes," she leaned in closer then whispered in my ear, "you know, the guy who saved me the other day." "Oh." I watched Koltin closely as he took a seat right next to Norma. He was wearing black-framed glasses and a brown knitted hat and for some unknown reason, he reminded me a lot of Neville Longbottom. They both had that cute, nerdy smile. Afraid that he might notice me staring, I tried my best to look elsewhere. Compared to Hunter and his tattoos, Koltin looked like a saint.

"Beside him is Norman. He is a doctor who has a medical degree in orthopaedics. He looks after my men who get wounded in the mafia wars. We own our hospital which is not open to the public so that we can save ourselves from legal battles." "Hello" Norman shook hands with her. He stood tall above six feet. He was the most handsome among the brothers after Nikolas. "If you have any doubts regarding medicine you may ask him." Nikolas gestured to Norman in a friendly way. "Please call me anytime. It would be a good distraction from the Mafia shit." He looked jovial but those eyes were of a serial killer. Juliet thought he probably eliminated gangsters for Nikolas very easily with a needle instea

I Instantly averted mine, flustering to be caught ogling his way. "Sorry." I gulped, feeling more embarrassed than ever. Norman studied me from the dark end of his car, his long legs stretched out in front of him, a frown plastered on his harshly attractive face, fingers in a steeple in front of his curious lips. How was he real?

Unknown "Thank goodness you are awake, Xena," Norman spoke as he held Xena's hands. She squinted her eyes as she adjusted to the light. "What happened, Norman?" Xena asked as she tried to sit up but was held back by Norman. "Please Xena, don't stress yourself," Norman said as he caressed her fingers. "That doesn't answer my question," she snapped, her voice laced with fear. "You took an overdose of drugs," he explained.

I smiled sarcastically with disbelief. “I know, you won’t believe me at first, but witches are real son. They roam around the world like cancer. Destroying the natural laws of nature and crippling subtly the laws of men.” He took the necklace from the case and held it with both hands and raised it in front of me. At the center of the pendant’s design held a light blue-luminous gem a size of a peanut.

A knock sounds at the door just as I zip my coat, always punctual. I pick up my phone and drop it in the coat pocket, I walk out. Norman stands by the door, hands in the pocket of his short pants, a few buttons of his shirt undone. I don’t blink, I don’t say a thing, I don’t move my legs, I feel rooted to the floor. He looks so fucking, dangerously, tempting handsome. Both the short and shirt are black, his forearms, exposed and ripped in thick bulging veins. Just how hot can a man get at fifty?