Novel & Cerita Occult Clubs

The club was called The Secret club. Fitting. It was a dark, loud place where people went to forget who they were and what they’d done. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, spilled liquor, cheap perfume, and pure, unadulterated desperation. The bass from the music was a constant, heavy thump in my chest, a heartbeat that was not my own.

73. Bounty Hunters ~ Delmundo Club Succubus was a mixture of a bar and a sanctuary. It was the only place that sold protection in the whole of Shack Town. Maximum security was guaranteed to anyone willing to pay and a lot of people needed protection. It paid well but it was also filled with unending violence, which is why there is an underground exclusive fight club inside. I got to the entrance and rapped on the iron doors. A small square opened and wary eyes peered at Frank, then me.

He placed the coffee down and left me in silence. Back at the station, I ran the symbol against private databases just to be extra sure. Kael’s connections came up again... his VIP clubs, hotels elite parties, places you didn’t enter unless you were somebody or selling something. However, one location came up again and again. Club Umbra - Exclusive - High security and known for its silence. It was a place where secrets got buried and bodies vanished. But it wasn’t on any police list. So why did I find his cufflink near a healing corpse?

“What kind of club is this that you own, Blake exactly?” I smirk; it’s going to be a first for Roxy. “It’s a club where anything goes. Men and women sometimes wear a mask and hook up with each other. It keeps the anonymity. The annual f*e is extortionate to keep riff-raff out. Mostly politicians, sports people, celebs, all the kind of people who have a king and don’t want to be known for them. She looks almost shocked. “Are you taking me to a dungeon club? Is that what it is? Shit, I’ve never been to one before. It’s kind of exciting. Are you going to wear a mask?” she asks licking her lips.

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

“Because whoever planted that bug might try again. And they’ll expect us to hide you. So instead… we bring you to the front line.” Elena swallowed. “Am I bait?” Gabriel grinned. “Dressed bait. With lip gloss, if we’re lucky.” Alessio turned. “Let’s go. The club’s already open.” ⸻ Midnight. They entered the underground club through the back. It didn’t smell like smoke or alcohol. It smelled like sin. Low lighting. Walls pulsing with deep red and violet hues. Music thrumming like a heartbeat. The place wasn’t public—it was private. Dangerous. A sanctuary for criminals too rich to die.

It’s not like they’d be that accepting of us once they found out what we were. “I know just the place.” Dad gave me his playful smirk, letting me know he was up to no good. I followed him towards a building with white lettering that read Club Whisper. I furrowed my brow as dad entered the building through a secret entrance. “Where are we?” “It’s a club for adventurous mermaids that want to get to know sirens, sea witches, or sharks. The owner pays off the sharks, and gives them memberships to keep quiet. If you can get in without being detected, you’re protected while here.” He explained, shocking me that he knew of such a place. Although, maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. Dad did tell me h

It wasn't just a place for drug dealers, it got worst when the owner, Mr Lee, a ruthless Chinese that was rumored to have fed off his last girlfriends flesh, opened his underground club to arms dealers who held auctions where illicit items, weapons and sometimes persons where sold. The club is located at the outskirts of the town, isolated from the rest. It was an empty place in the daytime but sprang to life at night and while the young partied and squandered their money and women and alcohol upstairs with loud music blaring from the speakers, the big dangerous men convened in a secret room under the club, shielded by the noise of the club, carrying out their dangerous affairs underneath.

, yet I could hear music. "Welcome to the Dark Moon packs best kept secret, well in the opinion of several young wolves from our training group who like to sneak off at night. It's a club hidden behind the guise of an old abandoned library, isn't it genius?", Marnie was practically alight as she took in our surroundings.

Elegant artwork graces the walls, hinting at tales yet to be told, while the glimmering crystals of a chandelier cast ethereal patterns on the floor. This place is fancy as hell, which fits its name perfectly. The air is infused with a subtle blend of rich scents—perhaps a mix of expensive perfumes and aged spirits. Patrons in sophisticated attire engage in hushed conversations, their laughter punctuating the ambient murmur of voices. It's a fusion of luxury and a touch of the forbidden, a place where indulgence mingles with secrecy. The Hell Club.