Occult Forum Novels & Stories

I questioned him "I've been working with that for almost a week now. They were my research findings of occults in the country" I'm glad he's ready for this. I browsed all of his documents one by one and I came across this bizarre symbol. I asked Nick about it and he said it was the symbol of an occult named the order of the paragon. I looked at it again and I can't pinpoint where I saw this mysterious symbol. I think long and hard but I cant remember. Then the image of the red veiled people popped out of my imagination. An eerie feeling rushed down my nerves as I remembered every detail of my nightmare. Nick looked at me worried and said: " Hey, are you ok? You look pale"

I lowered my gaze and whispered, "Sorry." His voice softened as he caught the tremor in mine. "Never mind. By the way, why don't you invite Luke? He's my old college buddy and your professor. You two can come together." He paused, then added, "Oh, and I listed him as the contact for your marriage documents. You can share the news when you pick them up." "He's not coming," I cut him off. Before Mike could reply, a shadow blocked the balcony's cool breeze. A low, magnetic voice boomed, sending a chill through me. "Not coming to what?"

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

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.

“I am Coven of Dark. We are ruled by the night. We thrive in the darkness of the new moon. Every twenty-eight days, the gods sleep. We are watched by none. Guided only by the Rede.” “To harm no one.” “Yes. I will not curse anyone.” “Because it comes back to you.” “Threefold. We often call it the power of three. Another term is karma. What you put out, you get back.” “Makes sense.” “A word of advice, don’t refer to her as being a pagan. Pagan simply means not the common religion of the area. And occult, because I get asked a lot, means the unknown. Most of the world’s religions encourage you to ask questions. Gain knowledge and experiences.”