Scariest Paranormal Books Novels & Stories

I walked in causing me to notice how weird people were glancing at me. I ignored them as I walked to the third section of the shelf arrangement. I noticed the raven-haired lady that sat at the other side of the room. She was looking at me making to throw a smile at her. I started looking through the sections of the shelves for a place that holds anything connected to wolves. I smiled on sighting the section that read ‘Paranormal.’ I began bringing out the books one by one in hope that I find any book relating to wolves. ‘After about five minutes of searching, I couldn’t find anything. I sighed out of frustration placing my palm on my waist in an akimbo. My eyes halted on a book with dark the

She started doing some enchantments but I quickly recovered from my shock and summoned a ball of red smoke and stopped her. I held her with one hand while the other hand summoned the Book of the Damned. It flipped on its own accord and opened a page that I’d never seen before. I wasn’t sure what it was about but Blair saw it and for the first time ever, there was genuine fear in her eyes as she whispered softly, “No.”

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

No, they can't be. My confused thoughts were cut off as he lowered his head towards her, then sunk his fangs into her neck. Images flashed before my eyes. In the images, I was the girl and the strange guy was sinking his fangs into my neck instead. I gasped for air as panic overtook me. Suddenly a hand grabbed the top of my head, and another held onto my shoulder. My head jerked to the side and a searing pain shot through my neck as fangs pierced through my skin. The world once again began to slip away from me as darkness dragged me away from eternal light.

“Their blood binds and breaks. Their presence unravels balance. Through them, the old world ends. Only to be saved, when their life is gone.” “No,” I whisper. My hands start to sweat. I wipe them on my pants and turn the page too fast, like I can outrun what’s coming. I can’t. “All paranormal beings shall fall not by their hand alone, but by what their existence invites.” The room feels smaller. The walls press in. My heartbeat thunders so loud I’m sure someone can hear it through the stone. “This is wrong,” I say out loud. “This is some dramatic metaphor thing. Like… symbolic. Right?”

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?