Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

"Since we are all old acquaintances, may I ask you to order a few more bottles of wine?" "To think that the owner of a company could fall from grace like this... Let's see, as long as you drink all the alcohol on the table, I'll open as many bottles as you want." Mr. Paine grinned maliciously. Jessica looked at the four bottles of vodka and four bottles of red wine on the table, and she felt a little scared. "Sir, let me do it!" "My alcohol tolerance is good, let me!" The other waiters and waitresses rushed over, competing for the chance.

“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.

The maid asked Tabby who was watching the backs of her lover and sisters. “Yes, can you russel me some dill pickles and ice cream?” Tabby asked, to the surprise of the maid. “I’ll see what I can do, Misstress.” The maid said and left to retrieve Tabby’s request. Blake and the two sisters arrived at the dining room, where the House Leader’s Chair was arranged at the head of the round dining table. The elegant, long mahogany table used for guests had been replaced with a round elderberry wooden table. The chairs were of the same material but with leather seats and backs. This was the table of judgment.

“We can get this meeting underway. Athena if you would be so kind with your aunts?” Athena points to a corner, Talia and Tabatha doing the same, Maeve who watches them follows suit, and I’m impressed she instinctively knows what they are doing. Different colors of magic form from the corners and all the way through the lines of the room, warding us from eavesdroppers, magical attacks, teleportation etc. “Great, now we can talk in peace. Will someone explain what the actual fuck is going on?” Damien asks, looking around the table, which Athena has extended and summoned more chairs.

She knew she should not but her curiosity got the best of her and she found herself moving closer to the round object which sat on a desk this time and not a pedestal like the blue one. Clara's eyes remain trained on the orb as she approached the desk shaped like a cross with single wooden chairs at each angle. She had been focused on the orb that she almost missed the other items on the table which were enough to dash every thought of the orb out of her mind. What caught her attention the most was not the scattered set of books about the Greeks, Romans, Greek gods on the left crux. It definitely wasn’t the spell books on the right crux, nor surprisingly was it the axe and daggers of differe

"Then after, we prepare to find the last order of the five. The Guardians." Benjamin suddenly stiffened. I inspected him thoroughly. "What's wrong?" His hazel orbs moved away. "Nothing" He began walking away. "We should head back to the house." I watched him leave. "Strange" Cameron's point of view I stood at the round centre table in the main dining hall of the mansion. It's dusk already and we just have one hour before the raid. After dinner, I called for a meeting here. Only high ranking wolves, Witches from the Quarters and vampires from the Eastside bunkers are gathered here around this table.

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.