Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

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

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.

The man's face flushed with embarrassment as he quickly backed away, retreating to the back of the crowd. "Pregnant women are already prone to complications. If any of you are willing to take responsibility for her, I'll arrange a table right now," I said, scanning the room. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. I sneered internally. Just moments ago, they were all standing on their moral high ground. But as soon as they were asked to take responsibility, none of them dared to speak up. Just when I thought I had managed to avoid Zoey's miscarriage in my restaurant, Laurence suddenly shoved me.

"If I didn't get out, how else would I catch you all fawning over her?" The slap echoed sharply, a sudden sting across my cheek. Ryan glared at me, his voice heavy with contempt. "Why are you speaking like that? Have we been too soft on you?" Nathan's kick landed hard against my chest. "Get out of the way! Jasmine's getting scared by your freakish looks!" James's voice carried a chilling warning. "Spout off again, and you'll wish you were dead."

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.

"I see you are a distracting spirit and you aim to make me not to remember and connect with my past but you can't stop me." She closed her eyes once more and started chanting some hidden words but nothing was working. "You can't use your powers while I'm here," the laughing voices said in one voice and continued laughing. I can do it she murmured, closed her eyes, and this time connected with her past and lost consciousness. "Noo" the laughing voices screamed and the sound of their laughter stopped. The blue parrot stopped in the front of a hill more than twenty-eight feet tall and turned back to the sexy damsel. "That's the hills of fire Logan."

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.

Hope utter before the shadow could do it and the room seeped into darkness and the ground stop shaking, hope made a move to open her eyes when suddenly her eyes remained shut against her will. The strange energy drag them both into the pit of darkness and before long images stream in their head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The past (Adir the first protector) Everyone gathered around the table taking blue feathers with them,the five member of the group had their eyes closed,hands in the air,feathers on top of an enormous animal,they didn't bother about the ice spikes on the ceiling, their attention was only on the creature. "I think he's dead,Zircon doesn't stay too long to arose"one of the women try t