Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

Four more pack members circled closer now, their humanoid forms glowing faintly under the firelight, similar broad chests, corded muscles, claws glinting and eyes shimmering with that otherworldly amber hue. Their cocks stood hard and ready, ridged shafts pulsing with need, knots already swelling at the bases. The air thrummed with their collective energy, a paranormal bond that wrapped around me like invisible threads, pulling me deeper into their world. My pussy clenched emptily, a fresh wave of slick arousal leaking down my legs. I should've been spent and my body sore from the claim but it seems their supernatural stamina seeped into me too, like their regenerative heat mending my ache a

“Let them be dramatic. So long as they’re not biting each other over it.” Behind them, Gunner emerged with a stack of parchment, a few ink pens, and a bottle of aged whiskey. “For the meeting,” he said, handing the whiskey to Cheyenne. “Diplomacy is easier with a little burn.” One by one, the leaders returned as the moon climbed high above the clearing. A large circular stone table had been brought in by the witches, magically smoothed and etched with protective runes. Around it stood chairs of various designs: heavy carved wood for the dragons, elegant silver for the vampires, a living tree-stump throne for the witches, and a high-backed obsidian seat brought in by the phoenixes, glowing fa

"No don't worry, there was a werewolf protection fund shared today, Shepherd thinks it's useless keeping all that money in the welfare bank if it's all going to blow away soon so..." "Oh..." I nodded and returned the card. I drummed my fingers against the round table that separated us, it was a four seater table and we sat across from each other. I looked around with all the golden and crystal chandeliers, all the excessive decorations that filled the room, it was amazing if I was being honest.

Aliyah was rudely interrupted by Priscilla "Leader of the round table, Norrignton, I hail you, this woman here is a con artist and I had been right all along; she was never worthy of being part of the round table" Priscilla looked on to everyone seated and watched as their face morphed into one of realization.

The council hall smelled of fresh‑cut wood and old stone. Aria paused on the threshold with Kael at her side, taking in the space they’d rebuilt out of the ruins of the old royal audience chamber. No dais. No throne. Instead, a great round table filled the center of the room—thick oak banded in iron, its edge carved with wolves, moons, wheat, river fish, and even the simple tools of human trades. The symbols ran together in an unbroken circle.