13th Apostles Novels & Stories

"For the love of Truth, where did you grow up that you don't know of an apostle." "Are you sure you've even been in this keep with us?" Takaris added. "An apostle is a... An apostle is... I swear by Ayla's tits I can't—" "An apostle is a myth," Soartin cut in. "In this myth there are only twelve of them, representing the twelve cohorts of Dregor. They answer to no one regardless of their class, and only come together to make decisions in dire times. It is rumored that most of them have at some point in their carriers," he gave Takaris and Narvi pointed looks, "been Advocates or Reverends. But as I have said, they are nothing but myths."

“To the one awakening: Your blood sings. The seal weakens. Return before it breaks. Or we will come for you. The Order of the Thirteenth Howl.” My breath caught. Liam read over my shoulder, then muttered, “That sounds… cultish.” “It’s worse,” I said. “The Thirteenth Howl is a forgotten faction of Seers—ones who turned their gifts into weapons. They were wiped out a century ago.” Liam raised an eyebrow. “Apparently not.” I crushed the letter in my fist.