Occult Forum Novels & Stories

We said nothing. We took our seats as the murmurs around us grew softer, heavier. When the meeting began and the announcement of new members was made, I had the unsettling feeling that we had stepped into something far bigger than we were meant to. The group leader stepped forward, his expression calm and his demeanor scholarly yet bold. It was obvious he was deeply passionate about forgotten history. He audibly cleared his throat, silencing the murmurs around the room. “This association focuses on ancient conflicts, lost civilizations, and the events history chose to forget,” he said. “We analyze myths, inconsistencies, and records that do not quite add up.”

She was a predator, a sex pest who went after not just men but women and—according to the most poisonous posts buried in anonymous medical forums—minors. A monster, constructed entirely from fiction, designed to make her a pariah. I opened Lyndsey’s email next and my jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. Email chains. Long ones. Lyndsey and Mother, back and forth, discussing this like they were running a marketing campaign. Mother gave all the instructions. Target the professional forums first—that’s where her colleagues and potential clients will see it. Don’t post from the same account twice in one thread. Vary your language. Space posts out over several days minimum so patterns can’t be det

Nothing helped. Just as I was about to give up, though, I spotted an advertisement for a local soothsayer—a witch doctor. It was on the side of a forum post about alternative medicines for returning wolves (one of those websites that sold sketchy pills, which I would definitely not be trying). I ignored it at first, but hesitated when the big, black words popped up on the image. “Looking for answers on the matter of life, love, and all things metaphysical? Look no further! Madame Ellen is here to help.”

They did not dare to breathe. A timid young woman in the back stepped forward. "We have an unofficial forum for gossip. The video came from there." Haley's demeanor softened slightly as she turned to the young woman. "Give me the forum's website." The young woman quickly took out her phone and showed it to Haley. Haley registered an account and began to browse, only to realize just how active the forum was. Most people had no idea that Haley was already in the forum and continued to gossip about her. Some were even making lewd comments, saying things that were utterly indecent.

he says, pulling a folder from the little pocket by his side, “on the cult that Roger and Cora discovered.” “Oh,” I say, moving behind his chair to look over his shoulder, eager to know more. Sinclair likewise steps forward, a protective hand on Rafe as he leans forward. “What did you find?” “Well, unfortunately, that the cult is alive and well. It actually makes sense that the book that Cora and Roger found was so old, because the Monastic Cult of the God of Darkness has worked quite hard since about the mid-nineteenth century to operate in complete secrecy. As the book reports, they never write anything down and pass all of their traditions from brother to brother. This has allowed them to

He answered her, his orbs filled with pain while he tried to take his mind away from the problem that we were looking at. “Yeah, there was a rumor about an occult club that deals with kidnapping babies, and I heard they drain the blood out of the babies to celebrate their victory or initiation, I don’t know how true that was, but trust me, that was the talk of the town for weeks before it finally died down.” She started, irritation ran through my blood while my face mirrored what is was feeling, PURE DISGUST.

“A magician never reveals her secrets.” “That means you flirted with someone.” “That means,” Olivia corrected, “I know people.” Ruby laughed softly despite herself, but her stomach remained tangled in knots. Fantasy. Even the name carried weight. For months she’d heard whispers about it online in private groups and invitation-only forums. Stories about a hidden club somewhere in the city where politicians, CEOs, artists, socialites, and experienced kinksters disappeared behind locked doors to indulge their darkest desires in complete secrecy. No leaked photographs existed. No public reviews. Just rumors wrapped in fascination.

Selene’s POV I sat up in bed and reached for my phone immediately. There were already notifications waiting. Too many. My stomach tightened as I unlocked the screen and started scrolling. Music forums. Discussion threads. I received notifications from the anonymous accounts that I created the previous night. Something was happening. I opened the first link. The forum was a small music community. The platform did not rank among major sites but it had developed a reputation for discovering new music before it gained mainstream recognition. A new thread had been created overnight.

I said, folding my arms, “does your ‘demon thing’ have a community or a name?” My question made him squint as though I’d asked something ridiculous. “Community? Pfft,” he scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “We’re not humans, Xiana.” “I know,” I countered, rolling my eyes. “Which is why I’m asking, genius.” He chuckled, the sound light and almost mocking, shaking his head in amusement. It irritated me just enough to make me glare at him. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “It’s called the Council of Shadows. That’s the faction for incubi and succubi.”

It was almost midnight when I entered my apartment and my room, sitting down immediately at my laptop. After a long and arduous search, I found several online forums for people interested in paranormal phenomena, urban legends, and even a few about miracles related to religion. Several users mentioned the legend of the 'Scarlet Angels', however, these were one and the same "facts" that I knew from my grandma's stories. In the end, I decided that if I couldn't find anything, why not let information find me? Of course, the point is, I decided to create an account on these forums, make a new thread asking about 'Scarlet Angels' and my e-mail address. I was hoping that there would be someone who