Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

"What the heck is that?" Frank then told her about Reverend Quietus, to which Drunken Room exclaimed, "You meant to say that there are bodies of energy that are basically identical to the paranormal that people speak of?" Frank nodded. "I'm sure it's not just rumors, with the way it remained over a thousand years—things like that do exist. But in the end, it's no different from a spell, and you can handle it if you're strong enough." Drunken Moon smiled. "That only applies to you. I don't know about anyone else, but I really can't deal with this!"

Nathaniel ushers me inside with pressure from his hand that is still resting on my back. ​Inside the room is obviously designed for discussions, a circular table sits in the middle of the room. White and gold chairs with family crests on the back of them surround the table. There are five vampires sitting and watching us as we enter. My heart races knowing their combined ages probably span a few thousand years. They must think of me as a baby.

I have a feeling that Dante might have let slip that I had talked to the Moon Goddess again but I do not know for sure. Amora is the last to walk through the door. The others have already met me at the table and had a seat while waiting for her. I created this table circular for our meetings. During formal events I tend to use a rectangular table but for times like this a circle table helps to stimulate conversation. "Thank you all for coming so quickly." I say once everybody has a seat. "So, are you finally going to tell us what has had you so happy and excited since yesterday?" Dante asks.

It was as if the very fabric of reality had been manipulated, seamlessly bringing forth the table I had so fervently sought. The room seemed to hum with a newfound energy, charged with the potency of the supernatural. Freda's eyes twinkled with satisfaction as she observed my astonishment. "You see, Sandra, the wonders of magic extend far beyond what our mortal eyes perceive. With the right knowledge and focus, we can shape and manipulate the world around us. Now, let us begin our lessons in earnest, with this table as our conduit for exploration and discovery." A surge of excitement and gratitude coursed through me as I took my seat once again, the presence of the table before me a tangible

Arabella forced her mouth close once she stepped into the hall. The high red polished walls, large round table that contained nothing less than fifty people, the meals placed on the table, and the furniture; from the gargoyle sculptures, to the exquisite chandeliers, and the punch fountain that looked so beautiful at the center of the table, all of it made the room appear so dreamy. Arabella had never seen anything like it before. It did not take her long to know that the people in the room were not ordinary. Of course, they were demons, but this was more than that, far more.

Thousands of miles away from where Leesa and Rave said their goodbyes to Dominic, five shadowy figures sat in a large, dimly lit room, gathered around a dark, round table at least ten feet in diameter. The table’s smooth surface was fashioned out of a special, highly polished material that looked almost like black glass. Candles flickered in brass sconces on the chamber’s stone walls, but strangely, none of the light reflected off the top of the table. The dark surface seemed to swallow any illumination that struck it. In addition to the five occupied chairs, four more sat vacant.

The man sitting beside her is looking dangerously at me like I have taken his property illegally. “What’s the matter, Calla? Why did you invite a stranger here?” Ethan asks furiously. “she is the one we were looking for. I just bumped into her. She needs our help." Calla defends. Ethan sighs loudly and gestures to me to take the vacant chair, “what is this? Are you doing some kind of witchcraft?” I stammer when I notice the table. A pentagon was painted over the round table with a star shaped symbol. The candles were lit on the joints. To be honest, it scared me to the core. I have seen this kind of cultism in movies or T.V. and I don’t believe in such dark art practices.

She looked like an encyclopedia of the afterworld, wise and experienced. Peter reluctantly stepped in through the narrow doorway. The room was lit by many candles creating an illuminous glow. A place where the dead would take joy. It was cramped and Peter squashed himself to the chair infront of her table which she motioned him to. It was a small round table with a black cotton table cloth.In the centre was a large crystal ball. It was the size of an adult sized bowling ball. Matilda sat across him placing her hands in front of her on the table,''What is it that you seek, my child?''.

Several people huddled around a round table, dressed in black robes, and wore various animal masks. Creepy wouldn't begin to describe the sight, and it looked like they were performing some kind of ritual. A lit lantern was set in the middle of the round table. Vague chantings echoed in the room, and graceful music from a piano floated in the air. All of them were gathered here because they wanted to have a word with this man. He alone had the power to put an end to the challenges they faced in life, families, and more.

Patrick had dropped a bombshell, shocking everyone. The spectators had sorts of expressions as they whispered between themselves. I nudged some people aside and walked up to Patrick. The moment he caught sight of me, he blanched. Seeing the sudden change in his expression, Lucille followed his line of sight and looked over too. A flustered look flashed in her eyes when she saw that it was me. I stood there and stared at Patrick unmovingly, not sparing her a single glance.