Romans & histoires Paranormal Round Table

“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.

Right now she was completely alone in the large throne room, and she was grateful for the silence. Some extra chairs had been set up in a circle around the round table, and there was food placed on top of the table for the guests who would be attending. The servants had made sure that the round table and all the chairs were positioned so they were facing toward where Liora and Myrrak would be performing the blood mixing ritual.

“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.

We have spoken before of "unexpected" and "unexplained" love stories. And we have more this time at the Supernatural Spa. This time, I will be asking my friend, Mab the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. She'll be sharing two cases that involved her personal friends back in the University that she loves so dear... ++++++++++ Partner No.1: The Only One

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.

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.