Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

“Okay, girl. This place has a hierarchy.” Of course it did. She pointed around as we passed the long tables. “Wolves and bears sit together. Jocks. Alphas. That’s us now. Across from them, the goth kids, vampires, witches, shadowborn.” “Then there’s the nerd fae and the mages. Over there, that table with the arrogant hair flips? Dragons.” “And over there...” she lowered her voice, “that’s the incubus table.” I turned to look. And my soul left my body. A boy sat at the end of the far table. He had black hair like silk, and glowing blue eyes that practically lit the room. Sharp cheekbones. Sculpted lips. Small horns peeked through his messy hair.

Ximena and I exchanged a glance. "Let's go," she said quickly. "We have to follow the process. If the system detects something abnormal, it'll reset everything… including our memories." When we returned to the main hall, those colorful, eerie puppets were already standing in a circle. A pale puppet stood in the center, holding two cups filled with blood. "Bride and groom, raise your cups." This time, when I looked at the two puppets seated at the head of the table, I finally noticed something strange.

I asked him again. "We don't know yet but it seems like everything is going berserk" He replied as we made our way towards the basement. I placed my hands at the wall, opening it. I walked inside, gripping the sword strapped inside my sweat shirt. I entered the room, walking towards Lapis Patera. I dipped the sword in the fluid and suddenly the room started shaking as if an earthquake had hit. I grabbed the edge of the bowl to keep myself steady. I looked around to see Jeremy, Ivy, Dad and the person in black trying to keep themselves steady. After at least 5 minutes, the shuddering had stopped. I looked around to see that we were in a completely different room. We were standing in a stone r

She didn't want to give up at all. How stupid. “Strange, isn’t it?” she said loudly, leaning back in her chair. “Our Luna sees things at night now. Shadows. Voices. Ghosts. Maybe Killian is haunting her already.” She said, as she stared into my soul. The witches laughed again. The rest of the table went awkwardly quiet. Some pack members stared down at their plates, pretending they didn’t hear. Others glanced between me and her. I could see doubt flickering in their eyes.

Looking around the table, there are twelve other witches in the room besides Celeste, totaling thirteen, a sacred number for witches. “Please sit,” Celeste says, waving her hand towards the chairs. I had already warned our group about Celeste’s little trick, so when she unexpectedly pulls our chairs in the second we are in front of them, we sit down primly, while Bella and Citra slightly levitate to prepare for it.

We both knelt on the floor, pressing our eyes to the small openings to see what was happening on the other side. My mouth dropped open the moment I saw the next room. It was a small, dark space lit only by flickering flames. Three people sat around a heavy wooden table. In the center of the table sat a giant crystal ball. It was not clear. A strange, grey mist swirled inside the glass like a trapped storm.

Lost. Desperate. Is he in there, begging for a break? Or is the demon trying to trick us? “Callie,” the demon says through Evander’s voice. “How nice of you to join us.” “Get out of him,” I snarl. “Go back to hell.” Tabatha stands in front of him, with a council member on each side. Ruby and Ruth stand behind him. Ruth holds a spell book and Ruby has two sage smudge sticks. A ring of salt has been poured around the chair Evander is tied in, with white candles around the perimeter.

The light dimly illuminated the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls from flickering candles. The air was heavy with intentions and hopes that were strongly intertwined. Standing in the center of the special room that had been a place to perform rituals was Rowena. She stood alone, looking at a rough wooden table in front of her. On the table were various herbs, crystals, and mystical artifacts, all of which she examined carefully, making sure nothing was overlooked.

My aunt and uncle dragged my parents aside. “Shut up! One more word and you’re out of my house!” Since this was the final round, the room fell into a suffocating silence, quiet enough that a pin drop would echo. At the same time, Taylor and I picked up our dice cups, and the crisp clatter of dice bouncing inside filled the room. She stared at me dead in the eye. Neither of us wanted to put our cup down first. My arm was starting to go numb from shaking. I couldn’t be bothered to drag it out anymore and shouted, “Open!”

And it wasn’t over. I pivoted toward one of the round tables near the rear of the room, a low-hanging centerpiece half upended over the tablecloth. Candlelight from the piece flickered and danced against the walls. I saw the flame move. A glint underneath the silver-trimmed base. Something inhuman. Decorative but not quite. I didn’t hesitate. I skirted around the velvet runner and yanked the centerpiece aside with one hand. And dropped my stomach. Etched into the table itself in red chalk and burnt black ink was a charm circle.