Occult Research Club Novels & Stories

"You should be used to all of this." Clark thought of what Micheal said. Basic drill? He turned to Savannah. "I have been thinking about the pictures we saw in that room," he said. "The pictures made me to remember my college days when I did some additional research on a secret cult group. I am not quite sure how I can relate my college research with what we are facing now. But all I am saying is, if we are going to get to the bottom of all of this, we are going to need to find your husband, Robert Lond."

Lynn asked just in case the man had already done some research for him. “Well, if I will guess… It’s probably the Mo-Kan Group or the Moonlight Cult. She seemed to have a connection to them. However, although they’re powerful, they shouldn’t be that stronger than your Clan. Aside from that, since Clarice is backed by Grant Holdings, I’m thinking that it should be an even more powerful secret organization that I’ve never heard of…” Harvey said truthfully while touching his chin. “Mo-Kan and Moonlight… It seems that you’re really interested, huh. Did you do some research?” Lynn asked with a smile.

Brightness bellow, and the darkest void you can never imagine were above, a thrown of stone or a stony mountain with the shape of thrown stands erect mightily like a solid base holding doomsday from arriving, siting in it a creature with the majestic air that can overthrown any king or emperor, what beneath his thrown is a table long enough to hold thirteen chairs, the third of them in the right side of this table is occupied by a dazed certain handless human who got his hand back when he steps in this realm, the doziness of him is not caused by an intense shock and disbelieve but he was frozen in mind and soul and body, al thoughts of him are blocked from being processed by his mind, his

Malcolm said. It all clicked. Malcolm wanted me to get him into the secret club under Well Thumbed. This could work in my favor. Going with him is the only way I can get him into Well Thumbed. Maybe Hana will agree to a double date. However, the club my kind frequents might be a bit too much too fast for the innocent Princess Hana Kinsley. But I looked forward to seeing her blush as I showed her the hidden world of my incubus and succubus demons.

The smell of grease, frying food and spices is thick in the air, luring hungry crowds with promises of succulent cuisine. The club is shrouded in darkness and has a 'Closed' sign hanging on its door when Win approaches. He takes a turn at the dim alleyway next to the building, not bothering to knock on the front door. The side entrance that's not for the regular customers will lead him into where the betas usually gathered to hang out away from the Alpha.

She reckoned something darker was at play there. She typed in another search: “Eduard Yellen, conspiracy theories, heraldic cults.” What came back made her sit up a little straighter. YouTube videos, fringe articles—all linking Yellen to a secretive group called “The Rulers.” Could these people be real? Or was this just jealousy from Yellen’s less successful colleagues? Whatever the case, “The Rulers” were obsessed with ancient legends and mystical artifacts. The kind of obsession that made people bonkers. The kind that could make them dangerous.

“Three years ago? He mumbles. “Is that’s why you didn’t come to the club that night?” “Yes, that night. I was going to go to the club but …” My eyes widen as I look up at him. “How- how do you know about the club?” “What?” Oh my god. I scramble to my feet to get away from him. “I have never mentioned the club to you. How do you… Oh my god. It was you, wasn’t it? The man who wanted to me see that night. It was you. You lied to me.” “What are you talking about?”

A witch over two millennia old. Surely a creature that ancient, who had walked the earth since before empires rose and fell, would know a way to fix me. Finding her, however, had been a nightmare. Melissa Morange was a phantom. There were no records of her in the Association’s archives. But rumors were a powerful currency, and I’d bought enough of them to learn she was a frequent visitor of Club Eternal. As the name suggested, it was a playground for the immortals. Humans were allowed in, of course, but only as cattle, prey to be seduced, fed upon, and discarded.

"I'll leave it to you to handle." "Mr. Hudson, I'm talking about billions of dollars in projects… The company will go under. If that happens, how will you give Mrs. and Ms. Hudson a comfortable life?" That triggered a reaction from James. He gazed up at Oliver and asked, "Have you found them?" "I'm sure they'll come back," Oliver said, feeling a little guilty. He had been trying to track them down, but he still couldn't find out anything. When Naomi and Celeste left, they had purchased multiple flight tickets to various destinations. Hence, it was impossible to find out which flight they had actually taken.

It began with research. At night, when Adrian drifted to sleep beside him, Evan lay awake, laptop balanced on his knees. He scrolled through jewelers’ websites, examining cut, clarity, band thickness. He compared settings, saved tabs, built a collection of options like a hunter choosing the sharpest weapon. He wasn’t looking for beauty alone—though Adrian deserved that, of course. He was looking for symbolism. Something unbreakable. Something that would sit on Adrian’s hand and scream taken to anyone who saw it. By day, he shifted seamlessly into his CEO mask, his assistant never suspecting that the “investments” he was reviewing were side-by-side comparisons of diamond quality.