Novel & Cerita Occult Clubs

I needed to blow off some steam somehow and that’s how I’d found myself here in Denver clubhouse. Denver clubhouse was an illegal club house that was opened to all districts. It was a place where people met and rolled dice with a placed bet. It was just like gambling except money wasn’t the thing used to place a bet but lives. In a player of two, one person was bound to die. That’s what made this place illegal. Witches also frequented Denver clubhouse so with the help of their powers, this place has been able to be kept a secret from the elders of each districts. Even my mother’s super perfect vision.

Genre: Erotica / Public Play / BDSM / Exhibitionism Tropes: Secret Underground Sex Club Public sexual display Multiple Female Characters First-person POV Anonymous Dom Fast-paced, no strings, unforgettable climax Tone: Raw / Explicit / Dark / Dominant / Quick buildup Chapter One: When I entered The Orchid Room, an underground sex club so exclusive that it didn't advertise, didn't take applications, and most definitely didn't appear on any map, I had no idea what to expect. A gentle crimson light filled the room.

In the mystic realm of the arcane, a secretive and enigmatic organization known as the Violet Moon Occult has thrived for two decades, veiled in shadows and shrouded in mystery. And at the heart of this clandestine society stood Sasha, a woman who had immersed herself in its esoteric depths for all those years. Sasha, with her piercing gaze and an aura of ancient wisdom, was a revered figure within the occult community. Her affiliation with the Violet Moon Occult had granted her profound knowledge and insight into the hidden realms beyond the mundane, where magic and the supernatural converged.

But since the city grew past the tiny villages and hamlets into each other and became towns, then cities, and now the Greater Toronto Area, GTA. Wolf shifters and others lurked on every street with businesses alongside those belonging to humans. The social club was one of those businesses. It claimed to be a member only social club. What they meant was they were a social club for supernatural creatures. Here, long before it became legal, alcohol, and gambling ran. People here gamble with more than money. Alpha Jones could buy many things and his buyers often had him bring in more than they needed. They’d either sell it or gamble with that extra.

" he asked remembering his painful adventure the previous night. "No one you should concern yourself with", she answered, all of a sudden, very secretive. Dr. Clive suspected that it might have something to do with that secret sect he heard of, the one his wife seemed to have been initiated into. "Is it a secret cult of some sort that met last night?" he asked, eagerly. This was his chance to get first hand information. "What do you know about that?" she asked, looking at him in an odd manner. "Nothing, except that they meet every weekend for their orgy. Was that where you were drug and a used this way?" he asked, a frown creasing his brows.

The kind of website that was designed to tell you nothing unless you already knew what you were looking at. It took me a second to understand. A club. Not the kind with a line outside and a bouncer checking IDs. A members' club. The quiet kind. The kind that didn't shout because it didn't need to, because the people who were meant to find it found it, and everyone else scrolled right past. There was an event listed. Tomorrow night. The description was careful. Vague on purpose. A few lines that didn't say anything outright but said plenty if you knew how to read them. An evening of education and demonstration. For the curious and the experienced alike. Discretion expected and provided.

However, something deep within me tells me that he is not alone in the force in harbouring such desires. Every officer is aware that on the 17th of each month, the local gang club holds an auction for its newly trafficked girls. If you pay for access to the platinum service, you are urged to act out your wildest fantasies with no restrictions, no documentation, and the assurance that you will always be protected under their jurisdiction. And everyone is baffled as to why crime is at its peak on the 17th of each month following 4 p.m. A rap at the door pulls me out of my tormented past. I run my hands over my summer dress as I take one last look at myself in the mirror and open the door.

They all shouted in unison as they sipped from their plastic cups. And so, the Midnight Club was born. “So? What do you all think?” Dean says in an enchanting, salesman voice, very distinct amidst the growing noise of the cafeteria. “Bitch, I’m down fow it.” “Same.” “Fuck it. I need a drink.” “Yeah! I miss Van Duke after-hours!” Isaac nods his head in agreement. Five of them have a sudden flush of excitement as Agatha whimpered, “What if we get caught?”

“Camelot doesn't play. If they’ve sent a specialist, we’re in for a long winter. Did she give you a name?” “No name. Just a reputation for being a ghost.” “Well,” Julian says, gesturing toward the pulsing entrance of Club Ombra. “Even ghosts need to get a drink somewhere. Let’s go find him.” The club is a sensory assault. Purple and deep crimson lights spill over the floors, polished to look like liquid obsidian. The air is thick with the scent of expensive gin and sweat. Girls in cages dance above the crowd, their movements synchronized to a beat that feels like a physical punch to my chest.

She opened a new tab and started searching. There were three clubs on the border territory that she knew of. Ember, which was no longer relevant, and two others she'd heard mentioned over the years but never looked into properly. She found the first one's website, read through it, clicked through to the booking inquiry page. Smaller than Ember. The photographs looked dated, the kind of club that had been the same for fifteen years and had no particular plans to change. The money would be less. The crowd would be different. She kept it open and checked the second one.