Occult Research Club Novels & Stories

Kael's Pov I was in my study going over security reports for the hundredth time when Eldric burst in without knocking. He looked shaken and he was carrying several old books under his arm. "We have a serious problem" Eldric said. He dropped the books on my desk. "Bigger than we thought." "What now" I asked. I was so tired of problems. "What did you find." "I have been researching the Shadow Guild" Eldric said. He opened one of the books and pointed to a page. "Trying to understand how they operate and how we can stop them."

"All of it. Communication. Boundaries. Trust. We're already doing it. Already implementing what successful cases documented. We have chance. Real chance. Of surviving what destroyed others." Then Marcus burst in. The senior student who'd been researching reincarnation theories. He looked excited and terrified simultaneously. "I found it," he gasped. "The complete prophecy. The one they've been hiding. The one Council didn't want public until they'd verified everything." "Show us." He opened an ancient manuscript. Delicate. Precious. Dangerous.

I decided to run back home in my wolf form so that I wouldn't have to deal with that little piece of crap . "Adam ,can we discuss about last night later.I need your help .There has been a little confusion on a certain female wolf .She seems to being a green cloak with some sort of symbol on it very often .As you may be knowing cloaks aren't allowed in our kingdom,since mostly cloaks are associated as a talisman for witches .So are you friendly with the witch kingdom?"I could just imagine Adam scratching his sexy stubble that he hasn't shaved in a few days sitting in his office sighing and writing numerous of papers .It's so sad I can't see that wonderful sight night now .

As far as any of them knew, there wasn't another like it. "And my succubus?" The High Priest asked. "I fear she is yours no longer. The tracking spell I used came up empty, so I used the Infernal Mirror to try and find her," Daryl continued, seemingly nonplussed at the High Priest's scrutiny. The Infernal Mirror was one of the greatest objects in their possession; long ago, the Society had managed to summon and trap a Greater Demon inside, one capable of answering any three simple questions asked of it once every lunar cycle. "When I discovered the loss of the Heart, I asked if Lily's pact was still intact. The Mirror informed me that she is no longer pacted to you."

The deeper she dug into old records and encrypted data, the clearer the picture became and the more terrifying it was. “They’re not just a criminal group, Lucian,” Izzy said seriously, her face lit by the blue glow of screens as she pulled up complicated maps and charts. “They’re older. Much older. They’ve been hiding for centuries. A secret society that operates in the shadows, all over the world. They control massive amounts of information, run the latest tech, and have their hands in everything from finance to science to government.” Lucian and Eva stared at the screen in stunned silence.

while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches. She even twerked aggressively at the end just in case divine energies were into rhythmic spiritual offerings. Nothing happened. Not even a sparkle. Not a puff of smoke. The shrine just dripped. The worst part? She still didn’t understand anything. Theo being a spirit? What kind? A celestial one? A cryptid? A tired one with abandonment issues? She had no clue. All she knew was that Nexus—whoever that glittery beaming menace truly was—had probably set her up like some divine prank show.

“There’s something else.” “Say it.” “We found traces of a second entity inside the transmissions,” Novak said. “Not her. Not human. Something else. A pattern.” Olivia’s voice dropped cold. “Describe it.” “Old symbols. The same ones carved into the underground facility walls.” Occult energy. Residual. Active. Ethan’s research wasn’t just scientific; it was ritual based, integrated with something older than technology. Olivia absorbed the information efficiently. “So she’s using both science and the occult.”

It was a free club where you could do anything, away from prying eyes, it was right to the west of the city, in the middle of the mountains, away from the public, between reservations. "I think that's it, really, honey, that's when he paid a lot of attention to Adelaide at the club's last ball. After all, it was a weekly ball, where thousands of customers had fun, made donations, negotiated companies, in addition to many other businesses, parties, ceremonies, between auctions. Some people would just go to the swimming pools, the sports courts, the golf courses, playing tennis, spas and massages. That was the club of the occultists of the city of darkness, in which she immediately saw the num

The poison hit the city's blood the next day. Robert Clarkson, a century old in spirit, entered the whispers-soft stillness of his club. The morning buzz was absent. He was met with evaded gazes and a subtext of tension. A newspaper was tossed over the back of a leather armchair, its headline screaming up to the vaulted ceiling: "THE MAGNUS METHOD: OCCULT TRAFFICKING AND FINANCIAL CHICANERY AT CITY INSTITUTION?" Pendleton was the byline.