Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

I did as I was asked, and a few seconds later, the doors swung open. It reminded me very much of the lecture halls back at University, only fancier. It was a circular room, with a domed ceiling from which hung an elegant and intricate-looking chandelier made of multicolored crystals, but the light it gave off was a bright white. On the walls were screens that showed various things: pictures of places and people (are they suspects or victims?), graphs and charts in various languages, a diagram of symbols and words with corresponding values on one side (a probability map?), and even a projection of some sort of unfinished spell-circle. There were long desks and chairs on one side, and somethin

Anyone from the hallway can see what is inside the room through the glass. Nico leads his team by peeking at the glass windows one after another. All the rooms were empty. They turned their focus on the opposite side. The symbols must mean something. They opened the first door and stepped inside. The room was enormous. There is a large circular table with an unlit black candle in the middle of the room. Thirteen chairs surround the table with a distance that appears to be uniformly calculated. One wall was covered by dark brown wood cupboards with red undertones, and the opposite side had open shelves stacked with books, daggers, and amulets.

Callista. I stand in the middle of a hexagonal room with tall windows that are covered with black, lace curtains, shrouding the chamber with darkness. Surrounding me, there are six people, seated behind a hexagonal roundtable. Even if there weren’t anyone in the room, the way the chamber’s design is enough to make me intimidated. And the people gathered do not help at all.

The dim, ethereal light of the moon filtered through towering stained glass windows etched with arcane runes and ancestral seals. At the heart of the chamber stood a black marble table—cold, smooth, and ancient—surrounded by eleven high-backed chairs where the Council of Arcane Balance convened. A twelfth chair stood empty, cracked through its center—a relic of a long-banished member who once dabbled in forbidden arts.

Her mind raced with all the possibilities and questions that she didn’t have answers for. “Have you ever heard of a place with twelve stone thrones around a stone table?” Ellie asked Amanda softly. Amanda shook her head, but Sam piped in. They made their way down the spiraling staircase toward the common room as she spoke loudly. “You mean like the Table of the Fates?” Sam asked. “I don’t know, what is the Table of the Fates?” Ellie asked. There was an audible sigh and Sam let out a dramatic flare of her hands as she landed on the bottom step and walked into the common room. Firash was watching her closely, taking in every word as she went into a long explanation.

They have someone to come home to. *** The round table is a thick slab of scarred wood that doesn't so much as shake when my knife sinks an inch into the marred surface. My knife is the last to go in and means the meeting is brought to order. The men look at me, meeting my eyes, trusting that I can control Beast and be with them on equal ground.

“ Get someone on this, find out all you can.” “He believes no one knows, but secrets like that don't stay buried,” I say, selling the idea to him. He smiles thinly. “ No, they don't. “ Good, now he'll look somewhere else, he'll stop watching you, Ronan. But the thought brought no relief. ++++++++++++++++++++++ The arena was filled again like a church, with competitors stretching their legs for the next event, murmurs of voices saying “it's a tie now.” At the center of the hall a massive enchanted table was like a war stimulation, and it was alive with warriors and war terrains. Rivers moved like living things, armies waited for whoever was going to be their general and give them orders.

“Zelena has the mark of the Triple Goddess and has started displaying gravitational powers” They all stood silently and stared at me with blank expressions. Then at once the room erupted into shouting and laughing. “Is this a fucking joke?” laughed Julian, “You summoned me here to talk about fucking fairy tales?” Spartan yelled, “SILENCE!” Dad screamed. They all stopped and looked at him sheepishly. “See for yourself” he said angrily. He closed his eyes, I think he is flashing them pictures of the library. I flashed Cole and Smith, the image of the table floating and the books flying around the room. Spartan looked across at me wide eyed and Mazz stumbled on his feet, clutching the table for

"On a serious not, Rhema, no jokes. Would you come?" "Fine", I scoff. "Stop begging". "See this boy oh", her voice raises a notch and a group of girls walk into the room. "who dey beg you? Baba shift joor" I bend over the chair in hysterics. "You. You dey beg me". She smiled and slipped into the chair, slouching her back like she loved to do when she got comfortable. "So the party is at The Golden Tulip, it's smart casual", she reads from her phone.

There should be no lingering glances, no soft words, no leftover warmth or any feelings of attachment, he already served his purpose in the car and that is all. I turn in a slow circle, taking in the room. In the manga this dorm was smaller and darker, with a single narrow window. This version is brighter, higher up, and the furniture looks newer. Little differences keep jumping out at me, like the story itself is slightly off from the pages I remember. The air in front of my eyes glitches then a blue window flickers open. Location confirmed: Paranormal Elite University – East Dorms, Floor 4 Current tasks: Establish presence without triggering early claim routes