Occult Research Club Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Is that all?" "Yes. The Kiwanis Club would be considered a business chamber right now. Although they may look like businessmen, many of their members are elite cultivators going on secret missions all the time. The Department of Paranormal Research and Defense has not taken action against them as they are not much of a threat to the country." "Alright, then. Thank you, Beverly." "Don't mention it." "Oh, right!" Wilbur thought of something just as he was about to hang up. "Help me look up this member from the Church of Holy Illuminati, Constantine. What's his deal?"

“Not just Joe.” Clarisse’s fingers tightened slightly on the table. “That’s not surprising.” “Who?” I demanded. She met my eyes steadily. “You already suspect.” “Say it.” She exhaled. “The Consortium.” The word settled heavily in the room. Emily frowned slightly. “What is that?” I answered. “A network. Wealth. Influence. Private research. Unregulated.” Clarisse nodded. “They study anomalies.” “People?” Emily asked. “Yes.” Her face went pale. “Why didn’t you tell us?” I asked sharply.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 13✨ . . 💋Harley💋 "Oh that. The doctors are out, the ones who are treating Reece". I gripped his hand nervously. "What did they say? Is Reece okay?".

"INTERPOL ISSUES RED NOTICE: MORRISON AND ACCOMPLICE RESPONSIBLE FOR GLOBAL THREAT" I clicked on one article. Felt my stomach drop. *Federal authorities have uncovered evidence linking Eva Morrison to secret organization embedded within North American biker clubs. The organization, code-named "The Riders Protocol," has allegedly been operating for forty years, using motorcycle clubs as cover for criminal network spanning seventeen countries.* *Morrison, previously believed to be victim of quantum conspiracy, is now identified as the organization's current leader. Evidence suggests The Riders Protocol has been trafficking weapons, laundering money, and conducting illegal research into conscio

“And promise me your absolute discretion.” A line appeared between his brows. “What is it?” “Just promise you won’t tell a soul about it.” Cedric stifled a groan and made a gesture with his fingers. “It’s a promise.” In the silence that followed, he said, “There is a secret shifter society I asked Derik to investigate. They call themselves Beocraft. I believe T-Murek is also a member.” Cedric recoiled in shock, eyes widening. “Beocraft?” he mouthed, voice deepening. “How did you find out about that? Have you been sneaking into my room?” he snarled at him. Eyes grew fierce and his mood became foul.

But with the people following him from behind, Clavier had walked nearly an hour under the heavy rain to lose them. He entered a building of ten apartments and went to the topmost floor. He unlocked the door and entered. Clavier took off his drenched coat and hung it before his hand reached for the switch to turn on the light in the apartment. This apartment had turned into his war room. For centuries, Clavier had been investigating Knights of Death, a dark occult that was believed to be banished from the Moon Goddess’s Kingdom for defying orders. Now, they were at large in all the realms. Clavier knew Stefano launched an investigation to arrest the Knights of Death and anyone associated wit

CHAD May 15th 2018 I carelessly slam the door to my car, furious that my safe was broken into and no one knows anything about it. Now I'm slightly freaking out how I'm going to come up with the lease money in a week. The business has slowly started to dwindle, I have no Maddie, no Mal, Caddie and no one's seen Layla either. The entire East wing of the club is fucking cursed.

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.

"Why would you be studying in a restricted lab with a key card and a code you're not supposed to have?" The three strangers exchanged glances. Caleb's smile faded. "Look," he said, stepping closer. "It's not what you think. We're not... we're not criminals. We're just…" "Let me guess. A secret society?" Silence. "Oh my God." I pressed my hand to my forehead. "You're in a secret society. In the basement. With the key card and the code and the…" "The Society of the Curious Mind," the redhead said, lifting her chin. "We're not a secret society. We're an undergraduate research collective."