27 Dead Apostle Ancestors Novels & Stories

Her way of reminding herself why she was still alive while the rest of her family turned to ash. The headstones were simple. Gray granite. Polished smooth. No angels, no crosses, no sentimental engravings. Just names and dates. Marcus Wolfe, her father. Elara Wolfe, her mother. Beside them, smaller stones marked the graves of her brothers, her uncles, her cousins. Twelve stones in total. Twelve members of the Wolfe family, wiped out in a single night.

The East Wing protective array had been breached by the Evil God followers—a squad of elite warriors known as the Evil God Apostles, just like those who had ambushed me in the woods. Without allowing the sight before me or my emotions to slow me down, I dashed inside. My destination was the Eastern Wing Protective Array’s main defense room, where the central talisman connected to the core control of the formation was stationed. In my past life, Andrew’s parents had been afflicted by a dark curse cast by the Evil God Apostles. They died protecting the defense room and the array talisman. I reached the entrance of the narrow passage leading to the defense room and saw even more bodies litterin

There, all the faces and postures of the deceased ancestors were there, and one of them was the figure of the woman who was now facing Long Chen. "Uhuk... I don't know either! I only know that the second ancestor is dead, and I'm also really surprised by what's happening here. The ancestors should know about this matter, what's really going on, ancestors?" The ancestors stared at by the flower sect master couldn't answer the confusion of the sect members. He was also confused and didn't understand why the second ancestor was now in front of their eyes.

As I’m looking at him, it shows clearly how this fucked him up. The service is the usual. The pope opens the service with a prayer, leads us with a scripture and then begins talking about my mother and how she’s in a better place. Like he fucking knows her. Then speakers start gracing the stage. From business colleagues to associates to friends to ‘I knew her as’ right down the family. Auntie Gen is a mess as uncle Dez helps her up. It hasn’t been easy for her. Losing her sister like that. She’d been livid nonetheless when she learnt the truth.

All powerhouses present at the Ancestral Holy Site were terrified. Without any hesitation, the Omnipotent Lord waved his hand and forcefully dragged Yermolai, who was meditating in seclusion, over to where they were at. Then, Thoth, who was not at the Ancestral Holy Site, was also forcefully dragged to the place. “Among the nine living beings who killed James that day, seven of them have been killed by another friend of James. Presently, only two of them are left. They’re all yours,” spoke the Omnipotent Lord.

He had let down his ancestors. In that instant, Bourne stopped breathing and dropped dead. The life of a supreme powerhouse at partial Super-God rank ended here, accompanied by the countless people from the Chris family.

The priest in white counted the number of guards and said with a big smile, “Why, Tenzel, you originally had 12 guards. Why are there three missing?” Angeline suddenly remembered the three children who died in the military intelligence division—Sis Daisy, Sis Five, and Sis Nine. They were all buried on the top of Yorks Stronghold, and with three guards missing, the guards’ soul formation could not exert its greatest power. Soon, the machetes flew toward the other sisters. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground. They were immediately restored t their modern appearance, Angeline was extremely anxious. “Tenzel’s souls aren’t complete, so the guards aren’t fully ready. What should we do?”

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"Nate, I'm so tired. Tired of war. Tired of attacks. Tired of watching people die because we love each other. I just—I just want peace. Want normal. Want to be mates without constant violence." "I know. Me too." I held her. "Rose, I know. And we'll—we'll get there. Eventually. After the casualties are counted. After security is restored. After—after we process that Grandfather's final act was massacre. We'll get to normal. Somehow." "The casualty count is seventy-three confirmed dead," Uncle Cas said quietly. "Dozens more injured. Madeline Corso is in critical condition—they're not sure she'll survive. Christopher Dane dead. Three other Council members dead. The rest—the rest are integration

He looks up when he hears me entering, then breathes out a sigh. “Is that everyone?” he asks, and we all look around. Wait, how can this be everyone when three are missing? “Rook, Bishop and Estelle are not here, Alpha,” I speak up, and everyone turns to me with horrified expressions. “What?” I ask with a red face and shrug. Alpha Cain sighs again and pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re gathered here this afternoon because two of our members are dead and one missing, also presumed dead.” He starts, looking over at everyone present.