Occult Research Club Novels & Stories

Emily scanned the document before her, content as she sipped a cup of Mochaccino. Her team had finally been able to pin the location of the sorcerer's underground club. She'd been out in the field gathering, more like scraping out every single information she could lay her hands on about his organization. It had a very complex structure that needed to be unraveled. From the information she was able to get her hands on, no one who worked at the club knew the sorcerer but he was said to attend the club each night.

“They keep everything organized behind groups. Clubs. Associations.” I watched a few students pass by, laughing and chatting without a care in the world, completely unaware of how carefully their access was controlled. Humans hid their secrets in plain sight, layered beneath systems and procedures. “We need to at least choose an association to belong to if we want answers,” I said, looking around for any information on how to join. “History. Research. Humanities. Anything related to archival access.” “We join,” I said as soon as my eyes landed on a small poster that read Historical Research Association. Open enrollment.

EVELYN’S POV I make my way through the dimly lit private room of the club, itching to get my mind off work. I left Evelyn Harper at the entrance of the club, and now, only Mistress V remains, a confident woman in latex and a mask covering my face. This is my escape, after a day of being the invisible secretary who fetches coffee and schedules meetings for the most terrifying man in the city, I can be Mistress V. I can finally be seen, I can give out orders. This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn.

Magic leaves marks on the world the way any significant force leaves marks, not always visible, not always legible, but present, and the marks that Helena Moreau left in the New York occult community of the late nineties and early two-thousands are what I am here to find. The archivist who manages the special collections division is a woman named Dr. Osei who has the specific quality of scholars who have spent long enough with unusual material to have developed a professional neutrality about all of it, and when I describe what I am looking for, the Moreau family name in Louisiana occult tradition, the specific New York connections from the late nineties, she does not look at me strangely. S

“Hmm. So, you think it’s a curse or a spell of some sort?” “How the hell should I know? I don’t deal with whatever magic or religion that is. Seriously, is this everything or are you going to spring something else on me?” Yolanda was more than a little insulted, and he hadn’t even eased into this breach. She took one look at the cooler and the disembodied limbs. “Gods, that’s disgusting. Why would anyone want to do that? It’s so unnatural.” “That’s why I’m here. This falls under my team’s specialty. Occult, supernatural, and unexplained. We go in and try to find answers for it.”

They are such soft and gentle hands. How can such a pale faced baby radiate such warmth that makes them feel that things are going to be alright? That is when he notices a necklace on the right wrist. The emerald locket seems to glow. They can easily tell that the locket’s make is not anything like the ordinary ones you see in a jewelry shop. "Maybe there could be a clue here," Reed says, thoughtfully unwinding the necklace and examines it. The pendant is not like any ordinary jewel. It glows even without any light around to make it sparkle.

We got closer to the building and my eyes rested on a hefty man who had tattoos of a lion's head on his left arm and he was smoking cigarettes. "Is there a tattoo parlor here?" Lucas asked and the man stared at him then at me with a smirk playing on his lips. "Get in and go straight and ask For Rex," He grunted in a deep voice, without saying anything Lucas pulled me inside with everywhere full of smoke, alcohol, and heat emanating from people dancing and rocking with themselves more like banging each other. "What do you need a tattoo for?" I asked loudly but the blaring music playing in the club made it difficult for my voice to be heard.

I yell as he runs off. I walk to my classroom, lucky for me a teacher can be late and before entering, one of my colleagues stops me in my tracks. “Did you hear?” Sally asks excitement fills her voice. “Heard what?” I show my students that they may enter the classroom. “About the incident. Just outside of town.” She scans to make sure no one hears us. “They found a body with strange marks as if he was attacked, and they think it might be a wolf of some sort.”

"Mike, please don't tell Luke about my marriage." He frowned, gripping the wheel. "Did you bully you? Argh. He was a cold fish back in school. If he doesn't look out for you, I'll go deck him." "Just don't tell him," I repeated. Mike grinned, not thinking much about it. "Forget that. We're going to the biggest zoo. You'll love it." "A zoo?" I blinked. My college research was zoology. Animals were my weakness. Once we got there, I saw my favorite alpine ibex and got so excited that I soon lost sight of Mike. As I searched for him, my nose bumped into a solid chest.

I am tired, I really am tired, my head hurts so does my brain and body, sneaking around the Academy isn't really an easy job, with all the things that have been happening there, everything is weird, even that fake miss Rita I wonder what was that really. "You know I heard rumors from the Academy that there is an unknown ghost cult group" Clara started saying as she started walking towards the door. Unknown ghost cult group? A ghost cult group? Does that even still exist, I thought they all vanished forever, how can they still exist? I looked up at Clara who was still slowly walking towards the door, she knows I would stop her. Although I don't want to I really need to know more information a