Occult Forum Novels & Stories

I'd just flopped face-first onto the bed when my phone buzzed — a push notification for some forum called Mischief & Mayhem. Mischief & Mayhem? Who names a forum like that? Curiosity got the better of me. I tapped in. The first thing I saw was a massive, red-lettered help post pinned to the top: "URGENT! I'm actually an incubus. I've been terrified of scaring my wife with my true form, so I've spent our entire three-year marriage pretending to be cold and celibate. But she just asked for a divorce and I can't hide it anymore... HELP: How do I win her back within 30 days without revealing what I am?"

" 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.

It said that there were forums dedicated to wolf studies in the area, and I chose one. After entering my name and address, I searched for information on wolf–werewolves. I was surprised to find that the forums also listed the forum names and addresses of other forums devoted to different kinds of werewolves. Interesting. So maybe we can work together? That is, if anyone else wants to meet me, of course. Until… "Kristina? What are those–" Roger asked. "Some kind of forum" His eyes grew wide as he saw the site I was currently looking at.

Others sound like the beginning of horror novels. I drag a hand down my face with a quiet sigh. It’s like trying to find truth in fog. I click on another link. More confusion. A forum of self proclaimed “paranormal experts” debating everything from moonstones to blood rituals to royal bloodlines. My eyes skim paragraph after paragraph but none of it helps. If anything, the internet is only adding to the unease curling in my chest.

She was four years old and the estate's resident comfort presence and she accepted this with complete equanimity. The peace lasted four months and three weeks. The first indication that something was wrong was not dramatic. It was small enough that Elara almost set it aside. She was reviewing the institute's network communications, a routine task she did weekly as part of her oversight role, and she came across a thread in the supernatural medical research forum that Sera had established as a resource for practitioners across different species networks. The thread was asking for case reports of unexplained disappearances in supernatural child populations. It had seventeen responses.

This wasn’t a gathering, it was a council. An echo of the hidden network my father had written about in his journals, an organization whispered about but never proven real. The Order of Obsidian.

Nothing but a couple of shady Reddit threads and a suspicious pop-up that crashed my third browser. Even the weird forums I usually avoided because they were full of conspiracy witches talking about "moon-laced lizard spirits from the third realm" were silent. Lora yawned inside my mind. “You know, we could just burn everything and call it a cleansing.” “Tempting,” I muttered.

Except when I put the cursor in the search box, it had a drop-down list of websites I’d never heard of. I selected one titled Packhaven Truth and opened that one up. What I found floored me. I went through the other suggestions, and they all turned out to be the same or at least contain the same material. The whole lot of them were websites, forums, and discussion boards, all surrounding deep-rooted corruption.

27 The forum was practically dead, though Bodie continued to try to make connections or get people to say something. It appeared that the most active ones, the forum founders, weren’t online. Without them there, everyone else checked in and left quickly. He dared hope that without those three, the whole movement might fall apart if they could find out who was behind it.

He quickly disconnects the wires when he fails to use the device to turn it off. "You are not a serious man Mr. Spencer. You called us here to make a joke of us or something? We work with time, we came here to strike a deal and sign a contract, not to watch a sex tape" I get up from my seat and pick my handbag "Unfortuantely, the contract is revoked. We can't sign with you" "But that is not possible. You should give me another chance" The others get up from their seats as well, picking their files and walking out.