The Heavenly Table Novels & Stories

That afternoon, the sun in Florentine was just right. The antiques shop was perfectly quiet and serene, with only the minuscule sounds being made from the repair work being done at the work table. When the windchimes rang, I didn't even raise my head. "Sorry, we aren't taking any more orders today." The footsteps didn't leave, only coming closer and stopping right in front of my table. A shadow cast itself over me, bringing with it the familiar scent of tobacco.

Just on sight I can tell that this Alpha has the finest of everything and expects the best for himself and his pack. Each table is draped in thick black tablecloths with a tall vase holding floating candles and filled with clear glass that reflects the light. String lights and fabric are draped elegantly from the ceiling and there are white and purple flowers on every available surface. Everything is ornate and beautiful but not gaudy. Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

"Wait, can we just sit anywhere we like? Although there are no names assigned…" "Of course not," Tia spoke right then. "Hadn't you noticed? No one's sitting at the eight tables at the center, and the spirit beast steaks served there are higher grade than the other tables." Hearing that, Caleb, Fafnir and Oxley all returned and saw that it was true—the spirit beast steaks on the center eight tables were exuding a stronger Reiki. Countless youths were staring at it and salivating too, but none of them were taking seats.

The floor was made of dark, polished marble, and heavy tapestries depicting ancient battles hung from the soaring walls. ​At the far end of the hall sat a long mahogany table. Sitting at the head of the table was Gabriel. ​He looked striking and terrifying in the dim candlelight. He wore a tailored black coat braided with silver thread, his long dark hair neatly styled back. On the table before him sat a silver tea set, a quill pen, a bottle of dark red ink, and the master copy of the Crimson Vow. ​"Welcome to my sanctuary, Sarah," Gabriel said, his deep voice carrying effortlessly across the vast marble room. He gestured toward the empty velvet chair opposite him.

*** At 7 pm sharp, all pack members who came to the dining room were astonished by the table decorations. “Oh my God, what the hell is happening in this house?” Lola squeaked, “magic does exist!” “Exist!” Olga parroted. “We don't believe in magic, girls,” Martha corrected, “if you do, you’ll be drawn in the lake that burns sulfur and fire, Revelation 21:8.” Neglecting Martha’s preach, the twins quickly grabbed their cell phones and took pictures of the table decoration.

Veronica's POV He looks like a star when soft moonlight touches his face. He tilted his head up and took a sip of his wine. Is this man real? Because he really looks like a fallen angel, despite the fact that he is the devil inside. He knows that I am looking at him and I don't care. "I never thought I would get married." He is still looking at the sky while twirling his wine in the glass.

Xander offered her a single, respectful nod. Sienna slowly lowered herself into the chair. As she took her seat at the circle, the sunlight pouring through the new glass windows bathed the table in a brilliant, uncompromising gold. There was no head. There was no foot. There was only a unified ring of souls—the warriors, the healers, the builders, and the broken—finally, truly, complete.

The Hall of Ascendancy shimmered with light not born of sun nor flame. Thousands of delicate bulbs — small, crystalline vessels — floated in perfect rows, suspended midair, each pulsing gently with contained power. At the center of the hall, a long table of molten gold stretched endlessly, where the Elders of the Heavenlies sat, cloaked in robes of silver and blue. A younger scribe, barely more than a fledgling, moved down the rows, counting carefully under his breath.

That was until a necklace with a lone black feather trapped in a transparent blue stone was brought to the table. "This is a promise necklace." The man said to the crowds, but he did not get much reaction, unlike the previous items. They might think this was just some cheap necklace they bought from a market. "This necklace is from another realm, and it belongs to the strongest demon to ever existed. This may sound unreal, but believe me. This is the most priceless item we have tonight."

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