Wandering Table Novels & Stories

There were large trees lined up in the path so I could hide and not be noticed. "Where is it going? Maybe later I'll meet a strange creature here. This world is still scary," I whispered to myself. I accelerated my walk until I came to a wide and very beautiful garden. The surroundings were full of colorful flowers and I was now stepping on the Bermuda grass. In the middle of the vast garden, there is a large round table surrounded by six chairs. It also has a pole and a roof that even if it rains it can still hang. It is like a gazebo in the modern world.

Andre barks my name, breaking me from my thoughts, and I have to skitter across the bar to help him dismantle a couple of booths and set up a table for sixteen. “God,” I murmur, carrying one end of a heavy bistro table back into the service room, “I thought I was like…ornamental.”

A raven shaped dirty little coffee table in the center, one side of the wing cut off cleanly, leaving the table crooked to the other side, almost falling. That’s it. That, and some posters on the wall with different images of a little girl wearing a cute red hoodie, and the same word at the bottom: WANTED. Meph went for the raven desk. Right on its edge was a dirty plate holding a slice of cake, a corner of it bit off. Green mold growing on the old piece of cake, faintly revealing a card beneath. By its side, an empty bottle without a cap. On its neck ties another card--

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

Rover runs into the restaurant and picks a table at the window. I look over the place and it had the same wooden floor, white walls and cozy set up. The tables all have a checkered top, on the walls you can see old farming tools and horse tack. Different food stations are set up with a wooden sigh above them with their menus on it, it’s like walking into a farmers’ market.

His face was calm, but no one could guess what was in his mind. They walked through the orchard of fruit and flowers until they came to a long table in the middle of the garden. The table was made of wood that floated lightly on the ground with clearly visible lines of cambium. The chairs were made of vines, and the flowers flew up. The table was not far from the cliff so that everybody could see the lake clearly from a distance. "Please sit. We can have a small chat for a moment before you guys go on,”vsaid the Elf Queen, Lenna Omanelis, softly.

Twinkling string lights are woven artfully among the branches of towering trees and trellises, casting a soft, intimate glow. At the center of this enchanted garden stands a beautifully set table, draped in pristine white linens. Two chairs sit side-by-side rather than opposite one another, inviting closeness and connection.

Are you the king of our world? "No," Matter smiled. - I'm from another world. Your Guide has already exhausted its twenty-four transitions. He is very strong, which is why the First Ones could not break him. “Then why did she ask for your blood?” So you're still a conductor? “You could say that…” Matzher said reluctantly. – Sometimes, very rarely, almost never, the Guide, who has made the twenty-fifth Transition, does not complete his Path and does not lose his accumulated strength, but moves on. Such units, they are called Wanderers, their strength continues to grow with each Transition….

Every table had golden candelabrum, which was danced by small flickering flames. No one seemed to notice her enter. They were all busy craning their neck at the elevated round stage where three Wielders were dancing in a tone quite unlike anything she’d heard. It was mournful, almost as if it knew everything inside Z was shattering into pieces. ‘Where am I supposed to sit?’ she thought, looking around for some vacant table. Everywhere she sets her eyes, there seemed to be mixed classes, except for the Skippers who were seated all together, surrounded by other tables whose Shadowest took it upon themselves to stare at them, pointing them sneakily, and talking about them.

As I follow, I begin to hear music that sounds like a harp coming from behind two evergreens up ahead. The wolf is following the music and leads me to a large clearing where there are no trees. Up ahead, I see something glowing and it looks like a stone table. What is that doing all the way out here? Entranced, I walk towards the table and the wolf disappears into the forest. When I get in front of the table I can hear it calling out for me to touch it.