Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

She stuttered and gulped nervously, bringing out her weirdo spirit. "I can move people.....and objects". She stretched out her hand towards a table and it lifted from the floor immediately. "Seriously?" Khalid scoffed as the table rose to the middle of the air. Octavia couldn't quite understand what his expression meant. But she tried to focus. She turned the table around so it could fly downwards in the air. "And how is this special?" Khalid asked. "Even a kitten can crash this". And with that, the table came crashing on the floor, arousing laughter from his rest of the people in the room.

No one in the room needed to know which 'him' he was talking about. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Osiris," Selena said, "and you are about to witness it because he has pissed me off already." she added and the table before them began to crack. Samira stood up and went to the safer side of the dining room with Hiro, who had quietly been observing with narrow eyes. Sebastian, Leander, Eleanor, Teagan and everyone all moved out of the way as the table brust but before the debris from the table could touch them, it became still in the air; as if it was floating and dropped to the ground.

Three tables were elevated compared to the others. At the table in the center were Evanora, Yasmin, Axel, and a few more high-ranking witches that James met before. On the right side was another one, set for six people. Talia, Drake, Liam, and Amelia were there already, and Cornelia told James that two empty seats at that table were theirs to take. On the left from the main table were four healers from the Midnight Guardians pack, Keith, and Cassandra. There were many other tables arranged through the garden, with witches eating and drinking. The nearby females were shamelessly checking out James despite Cornelia’s obvious displeasure.

“M-Miss Elder?” There’s no answer. Nancy and I look at each other, then push through a beaded curtain that leads to a little parlor with a round table in the center. On the table is a crystal ball, which sits on a golden stand. The walls are covered in tapestries, eclectic paintings, and collectable plates. At the back of the room, there’s a small shrine with a water fountain. I look around, but don’t see Marisa. Suddenly, Nancy screams from behind me. I rush to her side. She’s looking down at the sofa and pointing.

They were very good at not existing. Twelve men and two women sat around a stone table. No candles, no torches. The light came from a crystalline orb at the table's center that burned with pale cold fire, the kind that came from channeled magic rather than combustion. It made everyone look slightly dead, which suited the mood.

"Also, I need you to amp the security on this floor. I think that there is a spy in the pack house and it is probably from Zane." Recce nodded and we proceeded into the stairway that led into the archive and we entered the archive room. "So, how about you tell me what you found in the archive that got you so happy last night," asked Recce as we got into the pack Library and I locked the door behind us. "I have no idea where to start. I was searching the archive last night and while I was searching I found that the round table spins like a wheel." Recce looked very ocnfused. 'You are telling me that that table–"

No Fang camera could pierce it. We sat around the circular table—trays of half-eaten lunch forgotten. Celeste and Remy were at one end; the five of us filled the rest. Elara on my left, hand on my thigh under the table. Liora on my right, pinky still hooked in mine. Ravenna across from me, arms crossed, watching Celeste like a hawk. Seraphina beside her, tablet closed for once. Celeste leaned forward—elbows on the table, ruby eyes fixed on me.

The air smelled of money and thin oxygen. In the center of the main chamber sat the Round Table. There were nine seats. Seat Number 4—marked with the rune of the serpent—was dark. The hologram that usually projected Cain’s face was extinguished. The other members were present, either in person or via high-fidelity holographic proxy. They were the invisible kings of the world—arms dealers, media moguls, tech giants. But today, they were silent. They were waiting. At the head of the table, the largest chair swiveled around.

I can feel the energy in the room all being sucked into me. She stops chanting and starts yelling something at Kane, but I can't make it out. The room is too loud. The pain leaves me, and my body starts to lift from the table, breaking the chains that held me down. People begin to appear in the room. I recognised them as the ghosts of the people that had died on this table. I can hear Sarah screaming, begging for mercy. I make myself become upright, hoovering in the air above the table, looking down on her as the ghosts surround her and she backs away.

*** At 7 pm sharp, all pack members who came to the dining room were astonished by the table decorations. “Oh my God, what the hell is happening in this house?” Lola squeaked, “magic does exist!” “Exist!” Olga parroted. “We don't believe in magic, girls,” Martha corrected, “if you do, you’ll be drawn in the lake that burns sulfur and fire, Revelation 21:8.” Neglecting Martha’s preach, the twins quickly grabbed their cell phones and took pictures of the table decoration.