Paranormal Round Table Novels & Stories

She kept her silence, however, and followed behind Claris towards the table with Marva behind her. Once they arrived at the table, Mitzie slightly leaned forward as her eyes widened in wonder. This was no ordinary table. She’d seen crystal balls before, and they had been round globe shaped objects. This looked like a giant rectangular version of one. And in the middle of the glass, she could see four different sets of what appeared to be galaxies.

“That glow in your hands? That’s one of your gifts. The Paranormal Sense. It warns you—lets you feel when something evil is near.” My breath caught. “What do you mean by evil?” “We won’t know,” Nathan said quietly, “until you see it.” But then—a screech tore through the silence. Not human. Not natural. All heads turned. We raced out of the room. And froze. Down the corridor—chaos. Blood smeared across the walls. Two guards were pinned to the ground, screaming as shadowy figures fed on them, tearing at flesh with movements too fast to track. Gunshots rang out—pop-pop-pop!

We walked to the basement. I walked in the front while pressing the light switch on the wall. While Henry brought his game board. Sarra instructed us to sit in a circle with the Ouija Board in the middle. Helen to my left and Kevin to my right. "Guys, are you sure about this?" Helen looked doubtful. "Come on, Helen. This is just for fun." Henry reassured. "She never had fun," Alex quipped. Greeted giggles from us.

In front of the chairs, was a long ebony semi circular table that went far along the expense of the positioning of the chairs in such a way that all the occupants of the four chairs were meant to share the same large table despite being spotted in a semi circular manner. Sunlight caught the table as we stood before the council, allowing strange colours to dance on it like oil in the sunlight. On each of the seven chairs sat six people. The last seat sat sullenly empty almost screaming the reality of the absence of the last clan which had been banished. The Fayas. I didn't know if the seat being there meant the other clans were still expecting the Fayas to come back out of their banishment an

How was I supposed to get through a magic class when I couldn’t even light a candle with my mind anymore? Walking into the dining hall felt like stepping onto a stage. The room was immense, with a high, vaulted ceiling that showed a swirling, star-filled sky instead of stone. Four long tables stretched the length of the hall, each buzzing with the energy of its house. I saw the Luneris table first; it was the loudest. Students were laughing, shouting across the table, and piling their plates high with food. The Noxtera table was the complete opposite. They sat in small, quiet groups, speaking in low tones, their movements graceful and deliberate. The Aurora witches were just as quiet, but th

It was where the Iron Law was forged in arrogance and enforced by fear. Today, we were replacing the iron with parchment. In the center of the room sat the Round Table—a massive slab of salvaged steel, scarred with weld marks and blast burns. It was ugly. It was functional. And around it sat a collection of beings that, a month ago, would have slaughtered each other on sight. To my left stood Rax, leaning on a scavenged rifle, representing the Nulls and the Dregs. Beside him, the scarred Sand-Eater Alpha represented the Rogue Clans, his yellow eyes darting suspiciously around the room.

The exact reasons for her self-exile were being the guardian of the backdoor spirit world, so to speak, but even that didn't stop gambling among the elders, demons were her biggest gambling partners. Here was the biggest gamble since ancient times. Obviously, Lovecraft County City and Golden Valley was the gambling den of demons, they had fun at the expense of other humans. There in the sight of Trigon, Lucifer, Mamon, Miguel, Rafael, Azazel, Neron, Spectro Nekron and Phantom Stranger who were sitting in what would be a circular room between fog, white marble, pillars, and white wells, that in the center of that table there was a white puddle with a reflection of a person, between several mi

INAUDIBLE murmuring filled the dome that seemed like it would never end. It was coming from the demons surrounding the round platform where the higher demons of the clan would sit. Five prime seats stood up in the very middle of the platform that had distinct styles and colors based on the higher gods’ personalities who owned them.

Logan asked, looking around the cream colored plain canteen. Instantly our eyes went to the table at the far end of canteen. That table had been there since the past three years and no one dared to even walk anywhere near it. There were rumors that anyone who went near it would be attacked by some unseen force. Some even insisted that there was a demon lurking under the table and they had seen him. Purple in color with red horns and black lips. He had yellow eyes and only wore a green half-pant with no shirt, showing off his pot belly. But then devils aren't born they are created!

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”