Wandering Table Novels & Stories

"No don't worry, there was a werewolf protection fund shared today, Shepherd thinks it's useless keeping all that money in the welfare bank if it's all going to blow away soon so..." "Oh..." I nodded and returned the card. I drummed my fingers against the round table that separated us, it was a four seater table and we sat across from each other. I looked around with all the golden and crystal chandeliers, all the excessive decorations that filled the room, it was amazing if I was being honest.

I pushed it open and there was a table at the centre of the room with three seats. The table was empty except for a table cloth that covered the entire wood. The table was triangular and each seat was placed at the vortex of the shape. I squinted and walked closer toward it and the door behind me slammed shut. I jolted and grabbed my chest before turning toward the table again.

"I've been sitting at this table for the last three years alone." I blinked in confusion at her words. "What is that?" "What?" "Losers' table," I gritted. "What does that mean?" "It's where the weakest, socially awkward, low-class wolves sit during dinner," a feminine voice said from behind. "Jade..." Billie's eyes widened at the sight of the blonde lady before us. "Believe me, hunny," the lady said to me, "you are too pretty and skilled to be sitting with this riffraff."

“Put it over here, near Ralin’s swing.” Rave opened the drawstring and pulled out a tiny black table whose round top was barely four inches across. Leesa stared at the Necromancer’s deadly magical table as Rave set it down on the lawn. The miniature table nearly disappeared in the lush grass. That something so small could be so dangerous seemed ludicrous, but she felt her heart racing nonetheless. Ralin tried to move closer to get a better look at the tiny object his dad had fetched from the woods, but Rave grabbed his hand and held him back.