Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

“Go figure it out. Rock, Paper, Scissors, spin a bottle—I don’t care. You’ve got minutes. Go.” Hermes finally snaps out of his fog. He reaches for his mates, and when all three of them are touching him, they vanish. Just as they disappear, more supernaturals begin teleporting in. Mostly fae and elves at first. But then the trolls, dwarves, and goblins start showing up—must’ve gotten their hands on some transportation tokens. They each claim a seat around the long tables. Hecate claps once, sharply. “Alright, folks. Let’s figure this shit out. Time’s not on our side.”

Not vanishing, but retreating—hovering at the edges of the chamber like a wounded predator. For the first time, I could see. The room resolved around me. A circular chamber. A round table at the center, dark wood polished to a dull sheen. Chairs spaced evenly around it, carved with symbols I didn’t recognize at a glance. Candles burned low along the walls, their flames strangely steady despite the shifting air. To the far east, a working area spread out—tables cluttered with instruments, parchment, vials, runes etched into stone. Tools of magic. Tools of experimentation.

Audrey said and the trio began looking at the map and the transcript again. After a few hours Audrey finally found something. "Guys I think I finally understand the pattern." Audrey said "Okay." The duo said waiting for Audrey's explanation. "The spell book is right under our nose." Audrey said "Where?" Greta asked "In a cave." "What cave?" Adrian asked "Ever heard of the forbidden cave?" Audrey asked "Yeah, humans say it's a cursed place." Greta said "Well I don't think it would be the same for paranormals." Audrey said with a sly smile.

At the center, a round table draped in deep purple cloth held a cluster of blood-red candles—and floating above them was a clear crystal sphere that seemed that reflected a pinch of purple light. It felt like we had crossed into another realm, one where unseen eyes watched from every corner. "Please, sit," Agatha said, gesturing to two low chairs in the corner. We obeyed, the chairs feeling lower than expected, forcing us to lean toward the table. Agatha’s lips began to move in an inaudible chant, the words strange and fast, as if they weren’t meant to be understood. When she opened her eyes, I felt goosebumps. They always scared me. Maybe it was the way they seemed to hold countless secrets

There’s a round table where Perseus, Angelica, Lilian, Khalid, Hyperion, and Lucca were already seated around it, each dressed in a different outfit. There were two empty seats, reserved for Achilles and me, one of which had a master's shield and four claws carved into it. The tabletop has a tray atop it with wolves carved around it and lined with red velvet in the center. Four claws and a pair of dice were strewn on it. Each person has a token in front of them, and behind the shield is a collector's edition of the Werewolf Apocalypse book. It's like a dream come true. I've been to several RPG events, but I've never managed to pull off a scene as perfect as this.

A shiver coursed down his spine, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Turning a corner, he entered a room that appeared untouched by time. The remnants of a card game lay scattered across a table, and worn-out chairs surrounded it. But what caught his eye were the faint, ghostly figures seated around the table, their transparent forms locked in an eternal game of chance. Their spectral laughter echoed softly, as if trapped in a never-ending loop.

You'd never be able to pay for the damage even if you sold all you had! My hands scraped and started to bleed from the rough ground. I could not help but gaze at Jasmine. She sauntered over, all grace and disdain. She spoke up, as if she was doing me a favor, "You want a closer look? Go ahead, crawl in." I grabbed two sticks to prop myself up and followed her inside. My eyes swept over the antique paintings and luxurious furniture that should have been mine. There were remnants of a lobster feast on the table. It brought back memories of scrimping to help my brothers, surviving on a single bun a day, quenching hunger with gulps of water.

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be shocked if Lorenzo turned out to be part of a secret cult or something. As soon as I stepped in, I noticed a black table at the center with two chairs—one on each side. Papers were stacked neatly on top, and instead of a regular table lamp, there were two lit candles giving off moody vibes. The walls were decorated with calligraphy and art pieces, and there was even a fake deer head mounted above, which somehow looked like it was watching me. Creepy.