Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

“We can get this meeting underway. Athena if you would be so kind with your aunts?” Athena points to a corner, Talia and Tabatha doing the same, Maeve who watches them follows suit, and I’m impressed she instinctively knows what they are doing. Different colors of magic form from the corners and all the way through the lines of the room, warding us from eavesdroppers, magical attacks, teleportation etc. “Great, now we can talk in peace. Will someone explain what the actual fuck is going on?” Damien asks, looking around the table, which Athena has extended and summoned more chairs.

Today, the open-air banquet hall was open to the public as the southernmost elite Quintus family’s young master, Yulian Quintus, had invited twenty-two prominent figures from Riverdale Province to dine with him. A large, round table was placed at the center of the hall with various delicacies filling the table. This round table was at least four times larger than a regular table, so almost thirty people could sit down together. At that instant, twenty-two owners of families and significant corporations from different cities sat at the table. In the direction where the sun was setting, sat Yulian Quintus. The entire venue gave off the feeling of a round-table conference. Behind Yulian stood P

Her nose inhales the dust of the age of the courtroom that smells of old rags and the room's energy that weighs the amount of the sins it has held. The guard stood before the center of the room halting Elora's steps also. At the center of the room is a large round table made of dark, polished wood with intricate carvings that hint at the werewolves's heritage and traditions. The table is illuminated subtly to draw attention to the centrality of discussions and decision-making.

The room was spotlessly impersonal, exactly as it came, with no sign of personal belongings in site – other than the dining room table, the surface of which was completely obscured beneath maps, notepads, and… “Is that witch stuff?” Rhett wondered crossing. There was a cloth spread over the table with the triquetra on it, along with a scattering of roughly polished crystals, clumps of herbs bound together with string, a stack of tarot cards, and two candles, glued to the tabletop by their own wax. “What the fuck are you up to in here, Dad?” “Nothing that needs to concern you, Rhett,” Phillip flicked the cloth edges to cover crystals, herbs, and cards before turning, placing himself between R

“Dude’s got a freak memory. Probably knows everyone’s.” But Colton looked at Micah a second longer and thought yeah your probably right he does have freakish memory he probably remembers what I had for lunch last week, they all laughed including Micah. The study session buzzed with low conversation, rustling notes, and Ellise lecturing someone for using Comic Sans in their slide deck. Amelia sat on the couch, half-tuned out. Her iced lavender matcha sat on the coffee table in front of her—sweating slightly, condensation forming a neat ring around the cup.

Throughout the afternoon, other subjects were discussed, among others the Sunday event and the presence of everyone there, the conversation with the policemen -and the main one- the leadership of the groups in the absence of the Alpha and/or the Queen. Around a large round table placed in the shade of a tree, there were Augusto and Soraia at the extremities, on the left Amy, Marcus, Raine and Ivan and on the right Sheila, Malvina and Sergio- and around them, standing, vampires, wolves and Sofia and Gabriel sitting on a rock.

she smirked then turned to walk where moll appeared from. "She has a point" trent laughed then followed gigi with matt and mia on his tail. She was right, if we did tell out father I hate to think what celene do. I shook the thought of of my head before my mind traveled to graphic deals. We followed everyone into the room which was cover in candle light, herb and potion bottles, even jars of animals organ and of thing i don't even want to know what they were. A map over a Pentagram sat in the middle of the large table. The rest of the witch gathered near the front of the table behind and around gigi.

If the power I’m sensing is as ancient and consuming as I think, a fully formed magic circle is about the only thing that has any hope of containing or channelling it. Today has been a much needed day of rest. The whole pack gathered for breakfast and dinner and it was just what we needed to remind us of what we are fighting for. The top table is getting more and more crowded. It’s actually more of a cluster of tables now. Liberty made the controversial decision to have visitors such as myself, dine with the pack leaders. There is now a table for the betas, off to the left of the main table. Hunter, Esme, Uriel, Gabriel, and now Lottie, all sit there. The table to the right is occupied by my

Whatever she says was indubitably the truth. I came along with my mate, Rhona, Mitch and Benjamin. We were all seated round the old ancient round table. "We are all present here…" Elder Philip looked from side to side. All the Circle members were present. Each representing their kinds. The Vampires were included, Phoenixes were present which are thought to be extinct, they just like to live their lives in secret, the shape-shifters who were partly human but could take the shape of anyone were present, including the demon lord was present as well. The existence of Demon's were considered a myth but they really did exist but choose to live in secrets amongst humans and other kinds.

There was a separate room large enough to hold a crowd, but those who came together stuck together. Chunks of raw bite sized meat was on a long table for the wolves, and champagne glasses with blood for the vampires. Tala stood watching this entire affair, in all her chaotic life she never saw this level of perfect considering the lot of them here are all monsters in their own way, she blinked and looked at another table, there atleast where normal food for the wizards and sorceresses.