Novel & Cerita Mutants At Table 9

Three tables were elevated compared to the others. At the table in the center were Evanora, Yasmin, Axel, and a few more high-ranking witches that James met before. On the right side was another one, set for six people. Talia, Drake, Liam, and Amelia were there already, and Cornelia told James that two empty seats at that table were theirs to take. On the left from the main table were four healers from the Midnight Guardians pack, Keith, and Cassandra. There were many other tables arranged through the garden, with witches eating and drinking. The nearby females were shamelessly checking out James despite Cornelia’s obvious displeasure.

The exceptions were Caleb's table of four and the Hundred Flowers Sect's table of six. With one completely empty table, everyone was staring at it… However, Caleb, Fafnir, and Oxley were staring at the table too, or more specifically, the food on it, after virtually finishing all the spirit beast steaks on their table. A burly youth then snickered, "Heh! There's still an empty table? Does anyone have the balls to join me?" As he made his way to the empty table without a care, others who saw that and believed that could hold their own quickly followed.

It seemed he wasn’t lying after all. I went to ther table it was filled up. There were eigth of them on their table. No food, meat or even drik just water unlike every other table. They wre laos dressed in furs. They looked so different and separated form everyone they didn’t even mingle. "Alpha Herveaux of the Lycan’s prowler pack" I said boldly. "we have been waititng for you" they echoed. "Seems your table is filled up and there is no rom for me, we might need another location to have our discussion"

Natalina's POV The sheets were a tangled mess, so it was all too easy to picture what had happened just moments before. I took a deep breath and looked at Antonio Ragusa, doing my best to stay calm, "Didn't we have an agreement, Antonio? You can play around all you want, but you're not allowed to bring them home. "Besides, you clearly know what day today is." Antonio chuckled indifferently and struck a match to light a cigar. "There was a shootout downtown last night. It wasn't safe, so I brought her home to lay low."

If the power I’m sensing is as ancient and consuming as I think, a fully formed magic circle is about the only thing that has any hope of containing or channelling it. Today has been a much needed day of rest. The whole pack gathered for breakfast and dinner and it was just what we needed to remind us of what we are fighting for. The top table is getting more and more crowded. It’s actually more of a cluster of tables now. Liberty made the controversial decision to have visitors such as myself, dine with the pack leaders. There is now a table for the betas, off to the left of the main table. Hunter, Esme, Uriel, Gabriel, and now Lottie, all sit there. The table to the right is occupied by my

No way out but through. At the main table, the biggest wolf—a man with a scar zigzagging from brow to ear—leans over and whispers something to his neighbor. The neighbor laughs, mouth full of meat, and then turns to stare at me with open challenge. Two seats down, a woman in a vest cut to show off her shoulders catches my gaze and holds it, her pupils gone wolf-black. I don’t blink. She doesn’t either. The impasse stretches until a third wolf throws a crust of bread at her, breaking the spell and getting a snarl in response.

Seats rose in tiers like an amphitheater, each occupied by beings whose presence carried power older than nations: vampires with eyes like molten metal, coven leaders with hands delicately lined in runes, and pack elders with the smell of the wild still lingering in their suits. At the center, a massive conference table gleamed, untouched by time or mortal hand. They were waiting for them. ⸻ Lucien strode to the head of the table with Zaria at his side. The room fell into a near-silence, the kind that signals an assembly aware it’s witnessing history. “Lucien Wolfe,” intoned a tall, pallid man with silver hair and eyes like quicksilver. “You bring… this,” his gaze flitted to Zaria, “into our

she asks, her expression concerned. I nod, making her smile back at me. “I ordered you a glass of sparkling wine,” she tells me. “Best Beta ever,” I smile, my gaze veering across the room. My smile fading when I catch a glimpse of an empty table, but it's not why I'm affected, it's the table next to it, it is filled with familiar faces. Ryan, Arielle, Alexander and Vanessa are sitting across the room. The table next to them is intended for the Golden Hunters, but it is empty, no one is present from their pack.

" I still have vampire genes " They shouldn't be one to talk , all of them put more than double on their plate and we head to a table to sit down . The tables were round and had a white cloth covering them , the chairs , however , were a bright red color which seemed to be a slightly strong combination . We sit down and start eating . I stare at Michael basically engulfing his plate . " You sure wolfed that down fast " Jace and Alec chuckle at the pun and Michael almost chokes on the remainder of his food , getting up to get a glass of water .. and another plate of food .

Before I dropped my head, Kor urged me to lift my head as we walked over the threshold. One long mahogany table is lined up at the far end of the hall and smaller mahogany tables line up adjacent to the long one. Ethan squeezes my hand before heading over to the long table where he sits on the largest of six tall wooden chairs. Wooden vines swirling up towards a wooden crown at the top of the chair. Two wolves on each side of the crown and the armrest changing into claws. His hand pulled me down into the chair beside him. After we were all seated, Alpha Joshua and Luna Rose came in and took their seats at one of the smaller tables. Mavy walks in with Nikki and they walk over and sit in one o