Occult Clubs Novels & Stories

The restlessness that crawled under my skin and made my wolf pace even when my body was still. I could hear the pack from afar sometimes when the wind shifted, laughter and howls and life moving forward without me. That was when I put on the mask and left. The club was underground for a reason. Not hidden exactly but very unspoken. You had to be invited or desperate enough to find it. The bass thudded through the floor like a second heartbeat and the air was thick with sweat and perfume and want. Nobody asked for names here. Nobody cared about bloodlines or crowns. They cared about what you could give them for a few minutes and whether you could hold their attention without begging for it.

Marcy: And we're not so much into finding other naked people, we just abhor being clothed. Me: You mentioned landed clubs? What's that? Harold: Land? Property? Real-estate? Marcy: It's a club with property. Usually have a pool, hot-tub, a clubhouse, barbecues, and events for crowds. You pay a membership, and most everybody is naked. It's like a private naturist resort. Harold: That's what I said, isn't it? Property?

The club is dark and sleazy, like most of its customers; perhaps denizens would be a better description. Occupied by the lost and those wishing to be so, the unwanted and the unwantable, it caters to those not wanting to be noticed by the passing world, or those the passing world will perhaps see, but then look away from.

When her phone buzzed at exactly 5 PM, she jumped up like she’d been electrocuted. That evening, I hit Clandestine – the kind of club where people dropped ten grand a month for anonymous membership and the discretion that came with it. Usually my go-to for uncomplicated physical release with women who understood the terms of engagement. But every woman I met was wrong. Too tall. Too brunette. Too eager. Too everything that wasn’t a specific short blonde with an organizational fetish and a stationery addiction. This was a problem.

I repeated, savoring every word. We were in the basement of an exclusive club for underworld creatures, a place called Abyss hidden beneath a laundromat in Brooklyn. The walls were exposed brick, the lighting was purple, and the air smelled of sulfur and expensive liquor. At the surrounding tables, lesser demons, vampires, and other creatures drank and negotiated as if it were an ordinary bar. For them, it was. The incubus with yellow eyes — whose name I neither knew nor cared about — nodded vigorously.

I imagine the fox and Willow playing at tying one another up and the wolf sucking me off while we both watch, but I don’t cum until images of the half fae bartender joining the wolf flood my mind and I cum with a roar. That was fucking hot, but I don’t know where it came from. I have had orgies and threesomes, but never have I fantasized about such a situation or cum so hard from masterbating. The stress of getting everything finished for the club must be grating on me. I have to visit Morte Diem to check out how they handle a few things. They are the other supernatural club in town that has a similar theme and vibe and they are relatively new.

Starting tomorrow we’d have to take our surveillance into the skeezy clubs. The first of which would be the fight club, word around town told us that there was some kind of event being held there, and if I knew Alexander Ducane, he wouldn’t miss the chance to attend in order to expand his contacts and dealings. It was common knowledge the Lions Den was the place to go if you wanted to rub shoulders with the skeevy underground elite. There was no doubt in my mind that the opportunistic bastard would pass this up—not for anything in the word.

Sarah said "Firstly, Nina is back.." i said "No.." Sarah asked "Why did you deny?" i asked "Because the Nina you see now..has been transformed. She's very evil! She has come to hunt her every prey..and her first list is you!" Sarah said and i was shocked "What!?" i exclaimed "Have you heard of the Guaran?" Sarah asked "Yeah..they were old secret groups groups..causing malice in the Supernatural. But they were exposed 60years ago..and nonexistent now--" i said but didn't complete my statement when she said

I saw her entering the craziest club in the city—GARTER CLUB. It was known as a den for mafias, criminal gangs, where they do their shady businesses, some rumors have it that some werewolves and vampires were spotted around . It was not a place for Laura to be. I had shifted back and walked calmly into the club, the loud blasting music hit me once I was inside. It was packed full with people, different colors of light shone, many people dancing on the dance floor, some drinking and smoking. I felt so lost, I was looking so odd with my plain black jeans and black shirt with only a slippers. But me being out of place wasn’t my concern at that moment, my main worry is to find Laura in this big

They were majestically amazed. From everywhere on the planet, every creatures of the hidden world felt attractions like they were been summoned. Before the team could think, they were already surrounded by creatures of the hidden world. Creatures they've seen and haven't seen ranging from Werebeasts, Vampires, Witches, Wizards, Faes, Vaewolves to various hybrids and tribrids. They went low before them and bowed in respect, before they could know it, the forest was solemnly occupied. Knelt in obedient before them as their new Councils. ~~~~~~~☆Clancy will be back☆~~~~~~~~~~