Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

“You foreigners should leave this place immediately if you do not want to incur the wrath of our god." Those creepy word flashed in Modupe's mind. The words of Oke Makunde's spiritual cult leader. Modupe shook her head as though, to physically shake those thoughts away. She checked the bedside alarm clock and saw that it was nearly 8 in the morning. She went into the bathroom to prepare for her day. “What would you like to order?" The waitress asked everyone on the table.

“They were alive and well when I left.” Rancid stepped over to the control center and punched a few keys on the video monitor screen. He found what he was looking for. The camera in the commons showed a picture of a handful of vampires sitting around at tables, and the floor covered in blood. Rancid moved the camera and pointed it at the pod. He could see the door was wide open and blood covered the floor all around it. “Looks like they’re dead now.” Rancid said. “Looks like it,” Bohdan replied.

He wondered if the feeling can be experienced by werewolves or was it reserved for humans. “Do you want a bite?” Maru asked him tiredly, and he shrugged. He can't say that he wasn't curious. He must be crazy. “Welcome. Thanks for joining us. There are enough seats at the table.” Peter mentioned, gesturing to the empty seats round the large table. It was a table reserved for kings and their feast. People seated at the table include Clem and Shane, Maya and Curtis, Peter and Melvina, Sheila and Lucille, Derek and Agrip, Ava and little Eva. And of course Anthony.

I sat in one of the seats at the round table while Lady Arnott spoke. Her words were dimming into whispers as the seconds went by, fading into the surrounding room. Everyone here were Alis, people I was supposed to be comfortable with. May sat two seats down from mine, next to Amy, while Luke sat at the head of the table, his mate standing next to him. The others, their names and faces had meshed into a pool, settling into the room. Old acquaintances of my parents, vampires who had stood with us to fight the war. Or rather what had seemed like the war at that time. Now something else threatens to take the peace we know.

and with that, I followed him to the meeting room which was next to my soundproof office. The meeting room was also very spacious. I counted exactly twenty employees who sat around the huge, white and circular meeting table. I cleared my throat as I stood to make a brief introduction. "I am Slo--" My speech and breath paused halfway as my gaze landed on someone. Sitting amongst the employees on the round meeting table was the vampire. The mythical creature that haunted my thoughts and dreams. "Sloane?" My uncle Fred signalled me to continue but I was too frozen to do so.

Thirteen seats graced the table, yet only nine were filled, each occupant a figure carved from darkness and intrigue. Autumn's gaze flicked across the assembly: three vampires, their presence exuding an unsettling grace; two witches, their eyes gleaming with hidden knowledge; one revenant, radiating raw energy; a psychic shrouded in an aura of uncertainty; and two shadow-kind whose forms slipped in and out of the light, hard to perceive directly.

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

The maid asked Tabby who was watching the backs of her lover and sisters. “Yes, can you russel me some dill pickles and ice cream?” Tabby asked, to the surprise of the maid. “I’ll see what I can do, Misstress.” The maid said and left to retrieve Tabby’s request. Blake and the two sisters arrived at the dining room, where the House Leader’s Chair was arranged at the head of the round dining table. The elegant, long mahogany table used for guests had been replaced with a round elderberry wooden table. The chairs were of the same material but with leather seats and backs. This was the table of judgment.

The type of paper used, the measurements and the wordings--it's from the 1800's. Everyone in the room could feel like they were being joked upon but Amethyst's serious expression told them otherwise. This time, it was only the eight moonmages plus Amethyst and Sir Tanori. They were seated around a circular table with the book of Maam Ague being 3D-projected in front of them.

But this time, as the bookshelf swung open with a low groan, we were met with the sight of a grand study room, far more expansive than I had imagined. The room was dominated by a large, imposing round table at its center. The wood was dark, nearly black, and its surface was intricately carved with the design of a labyrinth. The maze's twists and turns were mesmerizing, drawing the eye toward its center, where an hourglass was engraved with precise detail. At the end of the maze was a circular space, resembling a cup, as if waiting to be filled. We sat around the table together on the floor. She moved with a practiced grace, her movements deliberate as she motioned for us to give her our hand