Paranormal Round Table Romane & Geschichten

"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.

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.

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

He sighed, crouching beside me on the floor, I could tell his eyes were filled with pity and regret “I'm sorry Tracey, but, you should know I have no say in this. As he spoke, a lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed it down, my eyes reddened from the reality of the situation. There was no way breaking down right now, in front of Ryan would help in any way. All I needed to do was to think of a way out—and fast. Ryan grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. “Come on, Tracey. It’s time.” I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. “Where are you taking me?” “My job is done here, and You're going to meet the round table,” he explained, his face devoid of emotions. The round table? What was that? Bef

Chapter 18 It was a round table discussion of only three men but there were five chairs present. The room was dinky lit as each man looked on with grave expressions on their faces. One, blonde with a tattoo crawling up his neck. Another, also blonde but his hair was longer and he had a piercing on his left lobe of his ear. The last person had brown hair which was styled with much care. He twisted the ring on his left finger as they all sat silently while there was a newspaper and a pad on the table.

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.

The others watched closely. In response to his spell, the black surface of the table began to change. Hundreds of dim, tiny white ovals began to appear, seemingly floating within the depths of the glass. As the Necromancer continued his summoning, the shapes grew brighter and clearer. They were not merely ovals of light—they were pairs of eyes, trapped within the table!

He drummed his fingers on the table in front of him, his eyes barely slits as he struggled to maintain his full attention to the human speaker at the podium. The candlelight flickered in front of him, lifting his gaze from the paperwork before him and looked about the small room. Grey wallpaper and thin black carpet. No windows to give natural lighting and no pictures to give the room some kind of theme to it. Across from him was a podium where the British speaker stood, blabbering on about recent issues within the Supernatural community that had been reported. Behind him were few flags, one for each Supernatural race. One was half white and half black with a crescent moon stitched in the ce