27 Dead Apostle Ancestors Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

However, Beth didn't give reply to him and he just turned around to walk toward his office, located in the pack mansion. "Do you think he is up to something?" One of the elders asked. Zarius shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly. "How many casualties do we have?" He asked and one of the elders sighed. "Eight elders have died, twenty warriors and fifty pack members." The elder said and Zarius sighed in frustration and hurt. "We are going to perform a mass burial. We will pray to the Moon Goddess to take their souls and restore us with joy, in the end." Zarius said.

“I’m sorry, master, but it is. Saint Christian was a holy man, but he died three hundred years ago.” “That was around the time I died,” I dryly confirmed. Then I heard about my churches – an entire network of the St. Christian’s parish that stretched across the country, with even a handful of dedicated chapels sitting overseas in Europe. I was a little perturbed my father’s cult had survived through the centuries, still using my name and my image… Still, they did not sound near as fanatical as they used to be. I really thought I was safe, and I planned to stay camped out on that site for a while and take my time recovering from that dreadful ordeal being staked into a coffin for three centur

His arm had been bandaged. Since he had always been pretty powerful, he was no longer in a critical condition. Nevertheless, he had lost an arm forever. "This is the cemetery of the Stewart family?" Nixon asked, frowning. "That's right. The ancestors of the Stewart family estate were all buried here after they died," Horace replied deferentially. "It seems like the Eldorian Scroll fragment is around here somewhere!" Nixon said thoughtfully. Horace took a few steps back. His face was filled with resentment as he looked at Nixon.

He released the Apocalyptic Legion from the System Space. "The Apocalyptic Legion, go and integrate the zombies." With Lucas' order, the Apocalyptic Legion went to the city to integrate into zombies. "Have you heard of that? All the elders of Spirit Organization are dead." "Yeah, I heard that they had died when they had gone to the Area 24 to avenge the Grand Elder." "Heavens, how terrifying is that? Even the master went along with them." "Exactly. Right now, the master has gone to the Three Kings Hall to turn to his master."

“There is more to it.” “Dad…” I warned. There was no taming my father’s fiery temper. Elder Paul muttered something under his breath, but he let Ray continue. “Yes, like Elder Joel said. The truth is, Alpha Connor died with vampire blood in his system.” “I beg your pardon?” Elder Gale stopped him. She was the only female elder in the group. “Did you say he died?” A murmur of disbelief filled the conference room. Everyone spoke simultaneously. Their voices clamoring over each other.

"That is Elios, Weston's brother. That beautiful lady is my only sister, Venice, and that grumpy one is Lucian–" "She knows me already, Adelle," he cut her off. "Oh! Anyway, lastly, the first born and the next chief of our sect, my Kuya Amadeus," he pointed out to the man in the capital. I briefly processed everything in my brain. Doesn’t that say there are only six Arev heirs? Why are they seven here? "Lanver and Vaughn, Weston's other brothers aren't here. Reo, my other brother isn't here right now," Adeline continued.

Aside from a handful of bystanders, the victims were all heirs of the three major families. Marcus of the Ledger family, the third in line, was gone. Damyon of the Campbell family, the second son, was gone. Yasiel of the Saunders family, the eldest grandson, was gone. "They're gone, all of them!" In the pre-dawn stillness of Zabaleta's western cemetery, Andrew knelt, bloodied, before his sister's grave. In his hands, he clutched photos of Marcus and his accomplices, which he set aflame with a flick of his lighter, coughing up blood as the images turned to ash.