27 Dead Apostle Ancestors Novels & Stories

“Calling me ‘Old Stoermer’ now is inappropriate! This time, I’ve come because of three things.” Wesley’s face sank when he heard that. “What three things?” “Firstly, I came to let you know that your son, Abel, is dead.” “What did you say?!” “Your grandson, Tristan, is also dead.” “Nonsense!” “Plus, your grand elder, Terrance, is also dead.”

she mumbled quietly. “What was it called?” he asked, eager to find out what had led to the showdown in the alley. “Apostle Ridge.” Lorenzo raised his eyebrows at the coincidence. He’d never been to Apostle Ridge, but he was supposed to have dinner there last night, before things took an unexpected turn. “Alpha Anton?” "Yeah. He used to be nice enough, but he changed after Luna Simone died.” “Oh,” replied Lorenzo. “I didn’t hear about that. What happened to her?”

I arched a brow at Elias and watched him stop talking mid sentence. "I forgot you didn't care so much about the syndicate before you took the lead role." I grumbled a couple of curses at him but didn't object and argue because he was right. I didn't give a flying fuck about The Black Rose. I just followed orders and did what I was asked to do, ignoring everything else. "The title of 'apostle' is usually passed down the family. As the apostles are mainly royals. Maybe, the royal before Harris kicked the bucket had him take his place before you became the head of the Black Rose."

"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."

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.”

Dynasties had bled into its soil. Now, another war had carved its mark across it. “Losses?” Apollo asked. Malachar did not hesitate. “Just over fourteen thousand across all fronts.” The number settled heavily across the chamber. “Confirmed dead?” “Twelve thousand. Approximately two thousand remain unaccounted for beneath the collapse zones created by the Spire's final discharge.” Apollo's gaze shifted toward the battlefield projection. The image adjusted immediately, revealing a section of the Iron Marches that no longer resembled the landscape he remembered.

“Let’s start the meeting.” “As stated in the letter we sent you, there are dead bodies that have been found in different towns and cities. But the problem is, some family members reject the bodies, saying they're not their relatives." Elder Lance started. He's in charge of the headquarters for this week, so he led the meeting as well. “Have you talked to any of the deceased’s family members?” I asked. “Yes, Chief. Some are still in shock, and those who refused to claim the bodies were still coherent,” he answered, looking at the other alphas who were nodding their heads in approval.

Nobody will say who started it and nobody will say who ended it. Second. I have gone back through the pack rolls for the temple as you asked, and there are none, as I told you. But there are the death rolls, and those we have kept since your great-grandfather. I have been through every Luna in them. Nine died of a wasting the healers could not name. Of those nine, seven were witnessed at burial by the same three signatures, and one of those three has signed every Luna's burial in this territory for sixty-one years.

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?