27 Dead Apostle Ancestors Novels & Stories

"What?" "Exactly, Adolpha. Dad's older brother was the alpha here." "Wait. Dad has a brother?" Anton nodded. "Yes. Had. Unfortunately, he died. He killed himself according to the story I heard, and he also killed his wife." Anton could see the shocked look on her face. "I know. When I heard it, I was also shocked. Luke, their son, was attacked by rogues six days after his parents passed away, according to Cyrus, who I overheard telling Mace. He was meant to be the alpha, but Flinch became the alpha instead."

Dominic turns back to me, his sentimental expression triggering a memory, and it all comes rushing back. This is where he came after his parents died. He wouldn't tell me much about it at the time, only that his mother, Rebecca, was one of the first Seraph Followers to King William, my distant ancestor. Apparently, she died in a freak accident from a fire in one of the kitchens. His father, Edmund, a Seraph Warrior, was devastated and completely inconsolable. Only three months later, he went out on his own, attacking several demons before being tragically beheaded, an apparent suicide mission.

Silence swallowed the chamber whole. “Brother,” Gabriel repeated slowly. “Jonathan didn’t have a brother.” “Not by blood,” Isaac said, his face pale. “By the Covenant. The Founders called each other that, once. Before…” He stopped. “Before what?” Lucien asked. Isaac didn’t answer right away. “There were seven Founders,” he finally said. “Everyone has always believed that. The Raven, the Queen, the Crown, the Compass, the Key, the Violin, and Jonathan himself.”

By the time his team drags him clear, he’s already dead. “That’s my cousin!” Bolton screams, body thrashing. “No!” “Kael is dead!” I drag him inside, slamming the door shut. “Get yourself together!” He collapses into a bench, sobbing. “Kael is dead!” A good cop wasted. All because of Mad-Bishop. Inside is worse. Bodies everywhere. Nuns. Alter servants. Father Jonas sprawled across the church doors—crucified, throat slit, vestments soaked in blood. The last time I saw him, we’d argued. Something petty. I can’t even remember what.

Evelyn looked at Caleb and didn't mind the curious look of Phoenix as if he was also curious about why she seemed to be confident about the location of those unknown assassins. “Just leave it to me and I'll handle the thing about those unknown assassins who invade the clan and dares to harm the disciples alone, so you don't have to worry about that matter. How many of the disciples are injured and died?” Evelyn asked in a serious tone, making Caleb report the death and injuries of those disciples. “There were one hundred and eight-five were injured and fifty died,” Caleb reported solemnly. Evelyn's gaze went cold. “How did they escape?”

As a matter of fact, I was once an elder An elder that doesnt believe in prophecy huh? yeah right...as if things cant get any weirder why dont you believe in prophecies? Shouldnt an elder be the executer of prophecies? I do believe in prophecies when they are really from the ancestors. They ancestors stopped communicating with priestess from the coven a very long time ago because of their obsession for power and their wicked ways What is she driving at? If the ancestors arent the ones giving the prophecies, then who is?

This was in accordance with the ancestor's orders that they would not interfere in outside matters unless there was a major problem. The man also explained what had happened recently. It seemed that a disciple had died in the underworld and a portal to the underworld had been destroyed for unknown reasons. Currently, all the sects were gathered to discuss the matter, but they did not participate because they did not want to get involved with the nonsense of those people. When the ancestor heard this, a happy smile appeared on his face. Who would have thought that the day he came out coincided with the day when all the powers were gathered at this moment.

As always, she stayed in the battlefield while I ran away like a coward to save my fucking life. After the death of the bishop, the church was called the broken church. Adrian killed him in the church and did not let anyone bury him. Just like Eve was never buried. If I ever knew that my small mistake would cause her this much pain, I would never have done that. But it was too late to do anything.

He said each word with anger. "But they are already dead. So automatically you have gotten your revenge " I reminded him then. "Yes, To you they may seem dead. But actually those that died, died because they didn't want to obey and be respectful to a kid who they made to be respectful towards them" He said "So you mean that so many of them are still alive at this moment?" I asked him. "Yes! And that Man named Elder Hugh is one of them" He replied me as I widened my eyes.

It was full of pain. "That day he came here to apologize, Apollo was here listening. He recognized Anastacio because this was the last he saw when his father died. Apollo is the only son of your father's stepbrother, Hades…" When I heard that, I quickly turned to him. "W-what are you saying?"