About Cults Novels & Stories

"Don't think too much, little bird. We have increased the security. No one can get in." "I know," I whispered, leaning back into his warmth. "But this isn't like Kozlov or Cassius. This is a cult. They don't want money or power. They believe in something twisted. They are willing to die for their cause. How do you fight people who aren't afraid of death?" Ivan turned me around to face him. His eyes were serious and determined. "Then we make them afraid. We show them that crossing us is worse than death." That afternoon, I decided to dig deeper. I couldn't just sit and wait.

I nodded and then we both went quiet since neither one of us had any idea how to proceed. “Leila?” Vin frowned about something, “Do you think that cult thing mother mentioned is true?” I shrugged, “I don’t know.” I looked at him, “Wouldn’t the church have already found them if it was real?” It did come as a shock to me too. A cult? Are these things actually real? I don’t know of a single person who actually seen a cultist or a devil or anything like that. Sometimes I wonder if people make this all up?

I said, and his eyes dimmed. He swallowed, and Catalina gave him water to sip from a straw. "It is a cult. A lot of the lesser families are there. They came from different countries. They believe in the distribution of wealth and power, but they have one Leader. Rufus Maguire. He is an Alpha werewolf like yourself but older and more experienced. He is our father's age group. They believe the mafia is the problem in every country and take them down. If the person of interest does not want to be taken down, they have to hand over their wealth and territories to him. The cult now places such people on allowance. Of course, they will not ask you or the other twelve top families to join because t

Even if the story fit, it was ridiculous. She ran faster until she came out of the woods. People were still walking around; nothing had changed out there. But her head... Her head was different. It kept trying to connect things that shouldn’t have been connected. Were they all werewolves? Was that why they lived in the middle of the dangerous forest? Were they the wolves that everyone in town was scared of? No. Impossible. Things like that didn’t happen. They were a weird cult. A group of narcissistic people who believed they were superior. They wouldn’t have lived in the woods if such giant monsters roamed in them, killing each other. That didn’t seem safe for anyone.

By the look of things, they'd probably exchange words soon. "He was a cultist!" Nun Ruth glared harder. "Search for the cruellest cult who terrorized Hollow University and New York as a whole years ago. They're called Odium Cult, their members rank go up by the number of people they kill! There's no assurance that he's not part of the cult anymore. He's dangerous!" "Stop lying, Ruth!" Estelle pointed a finger. "Stop already! What silly cult? Just say you fell for the Priest at first sight, but knowing you're forbidden from developing romantic feelings, you're making up fake lores!"

Mom thundered, “You mean to say that mere humans are the one antagonizing my daughter, the future queen of Amoret’s life?” I never liked the way Mom looked down upon other races but this time she had been right even though she hadn’t worded it properly. Humans couldn’t have such a strong power to plague my life, a witch’s, like this. Cults were usually formed when evil and greedy humans sought the help of a witch to learn and practice dark magic. They would often be lackeys to this said witch but sometimes they would work unilaterally under a human leader. If this was true then it was a bit shameful for us supernatural creatures to have been tormented in this manner by them.

He looked nervous as he held a couple of scrolls. The conversation that took place startled her. “They’re a cult that is named something translated as ‘Disaster of the Otherworld’. The cult contains a select few of each species. Wolves, vampires and witches, warlocks, you catch my drift,” Raymond said. “What do you they want?” Scott asked. “To annihilate you all and to rule the earth under their own power, that is what they want.”

“For who?” Raphael leaned forward. “For people who want that power. There’s a… a cult. A group that’s existed for centuries. They hunt for special wolves. For anomalies like you. They don’t just kill them. They capture them. They… harvest them. Trying to distill that power, that connection, for their own ends.” It was too much. A fairy tale. A bad one. “Harvest? What does that even mean? This is just a story you’re making up to keep me here! To excuse what you’ve done!”

All I could manage was a mere nod when Aaron probed again. "See, even Omerta can tell," Aaron countered Draco's point. "The majority of them are so far removed that they do not even know about the blessed ones or anything at all about their ancestry. They just feel an affinity towards magic and witchcraft, so they just end up together." Aaron tried to explain some more. "Today too, they are just celebrating some random festival. It's not a cult." "Yeah, buddy, that is a cult." Set added, "Like-minded people, with a common belief system, that too a strange one. That is like Cult 101; it is the definition of a cult."

I offered, hoping to encourage her to open up. After a long pause and a heavy sigh of typing on her phone, she set it down and let it speak for her. “I doubt talking about it would ever not be embarrassing. But fine. You want to hear this, then it’s your fault when you realize it’s you, not me, that’s going to want out of this… whatever your cult calls it.” I snickered that she still calls us a cult. From the outside looking in, it could be mistaken that way. Unlike actual cults, our pack is a place of love, acceptance, and mutual understanding. We don’t try to brainwash people or scam them out of money.