27 Dead Apostle Ancestors Novels & Stories

Wilbur returned to the living room after that and continued meditating. … Over in the Skeleton Fields, the tall figure was still leaning sideways as he sat on his throne of skulls, looking into the distance like a statue. The hunchback elder holding a skull cane appeared before the throne once again, bowing deeply. "O' Honorable Blood God, the spirit of our seventh apostle has dimmed forever. We have also lost contact with his Blood Embryo." A long silence later, the tall figure spoke up in a deep, dull voice, "It appears that we finally have an expert who is powerful enough."

Andrew ignored Theon as the old man was not worth his attention at all. Turning to Titus, Andrew asked coldly, "Still not getting on your knees?" The two elders sent by the Divine Alchemists had already met their end. The rest of the disciples were also all dead. Now, only Titus remained. He laughed bitterly. "Andrew, you're definitely going to regret what you've done today." He grabbed a long blade from nearby and aimed it at Andrew's throat.

Catalina asks. "The Ancestors are self appointed. When a Witch die, she is consecreted and buried in her land, said Witch becomes a form of guide, a second Authority to our God's." "What are you saying, Adaline?" Dad asks. "It's still rough, hasn't formed into an idea yet, but according to the Seer's prophesy --- Go to the grounds where the blood of your ancestors, and at first, we thought she meant Boleyn, Aradia, Gowdie and Laveau, because they are the ancestors, who else would it be?"

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

"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."

SOME OF ITS MEMBERS GAINED THEIR PAGE FROM BIRTH WHILE OTHERS HAD THEIRS IMPLANTED IN THEM • THE APOSTLES ARE ALSO A TEAM OF PAGE HOLDERS BROUGHT TOGETHER BY THE CHURCH. THEY ARE THE SPECIAL TASK FORCE OF THE CHURCH AND THE MOST IMPORTANT FIGHTERS IN THE WAR AGAINST HELL, THEY POSSESS DUAL SCRIPTURES AND ARE CAPABLE OF USING BOTH SCRIPTURES EFFECTIVELY, THEY ARE THE MOST DANGEROUS WEAPONS THE CHURCH HAS AGAINST HELL AND AS SUCH ARE TREATED WITH RESPECT. THEY NUMBER 12 IN TOTAL WITH A LEADER. SOME HAVE THEIR PAGE IMPLANTED IN THEM WHILE OTHERS GAIN THEIRS FROM BIRTH.

, we might have arrived at the property for our meeting. "Daddy, there's a secret I've seen, but I don't want us to talk about it because of the ladies." Barbara and Beauty guffawed. "Can you tell me why you're laughing at us ladies?" I inquired. " My Lord, we already know what you're saying, so it's best if you say it." After all, we have no interest in disclosing our husband's secrets." "Thank you," I say. Daddy, there are around 188 members in your family who are still alive. About 5,000 members of your family died, but twenty-seven people survived and produced one hundred and eighty-eight peaches.

“Or a very emotionally unstable god.” I snorted, unable to help the small smile. “And what about all this Alphthen nonsense? What the hell’s going on with the graves?” Antony’s expression darkened. “We’re still in the dark,” he said, setting the cup down a little harder than necessary. “The families are losing it. You dig up thirty graves, you better have answers.” I leaned forward. “And?” He looked up. “Only two of the bodies were wolves. The rest… were human.”

The room became deathly quiet. Savannah felt cold. "What generations?" Nobody answered. Lucas finally whispered: "Parent." Another pause. "Child." His face had gone pale. "And ancestor." The implications landed all at once. Elena. Grayson. Noah. Savannah nearly collapsed. "No." Caius looked devastated. "The Prophet believes Noah's blood can complete the ritual." Grayson exploded. "He was five!" Silver eyes blazed. "He was a child!" Caius didn't look away.

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.