About Cults Novels & Stories

he had said. Lucas father is not my favorite person and as much as I tried to tie him to the past, I keep losing track of things. More like the evidence was pointing to him at a point and a second later, he’s off the track totally. My instinct is linking him to the cult while the evidence is leading somewhere else. The cult was a group created in California in the early 1990s, it consisted of five members from different five families. The little information I have about them was from 13 years back.

Therefore, many people worshiped and revered them. "So, he's quite powerful! In fact, the Church of Netherphos is a cult that gains supernatural power through faith and worship, and they're not considered immortals. They don't practice the immortality arts!" After listening to Val's analysis of the organization's structure, Adrian couldn't help but exclaim, "This isn't just a cult—it's clearly a small country, a small regime! "The Netherking, huh? If I get the chance, I really want to meet him. But let's deal with the trouble in front of us first!"

The job that he took very seriously. He was dominant. Feared in his field. Sharp with precise adroitness in the mafia. Cunning. Cunning was the perfect definition for her. But for people to follow him, he had to maintain a figure, more of a religious leader. He was forming a cult in the name of religion. He would manipulate people to give him an oath. And if anyone broke the oath and decided to depart from his mafia, he would be murdered by his cult in the name of religion. The person who would join his cult would be marked as true disciple of God, yet the one who would even think of leaving would be termed as the 'fuel for the fire of hell'

she admitted, dropping the sugar packets to give me her full attention. "Ryder is not just a rich jerk with anger issues, since his entire family is actually part of a highly dangerous cult," I whispered the fabricated story. Paige stared at me with wide eyes, and she let out a nervous puff of air. "A cult?" she repeated the word in pure disbelief. "Like... a weird religious thing?" "No, it is a violent, traditional bloodline organization, and they operate out in the mountain woods away from the local police," I explained, trying to match the werewolf reality as close to a human cult as possible.

He'd be stupid not to be. "Ok, ok. I'll answer you. Yes, yes I am a member of the sanctuary." "Sanctuary? Are you fucking kidding me! It is a cult. A nasty evil place. A place that we are going to end!" I roar as I step closer to him. "It's not a cult. Cults are evil. We help people." The more I listen to him talk the clearer it becomes that either he is that far gone or he has simply lost the plot. Right now, I wouldn't like to guess as to which one it could be.

he said, with a shrug, “but it might as well be. Everything about it feels off. Controlling. And it’s not just a regular cult—it’s a sex cult, Millie. That’s what you'd be walking into. That’s why I’m so against it.” Her stomach turned. Her heart raced as her mind tried to catch up. A sex cult wasn’t something she’d even thought possible, let alone imagined being near. “A sex cult?” she repeated, barely getting the words out. “How did your family even end up involved in something like that?”

Almost every guy that came on board were on suits and all looking businesslike but what more would you expect from the best gang in Nigeria. Don't get my wrong I despise all the types, be it gangs, cults or whatever they choose to go by but I especially hate the cults. Like if I wanted to be in a brotherhood or sisterhood, I'd pull up at a friends house or have a get together and just lay it out flat and then we'd have crazy handshakes and swear to be by each others side, why in earth would I need to pass an initiation.

He began pacing, his movement calculated to seem relaxed while actually herding us away from exits. "Every year we applied. Every year we were perfect on paper—all the right structures, all the right language, all the right appearances. And every year, your parents found reasons to deny us. 'Need more time to review.' 'Concerns about cultural integration.' 'Questions about governance sustainability.' Bureaucratic stalling because they couldn't prove what they suspected." "Because you're a cult masquerading as reform," Sera said with deliberate calm. "You destroy individual consciousness and call it enlightenment. You break people psychologically and call it care."

Zen took the lead in our walk and I continued to follow him with many thoughts in my head. The news I have heard did not contain any news from the crazy crown prince. But why? Instead activities about cults and heretics are very famous. I mean most news would be around local or about the kingdom. But instead it turned out to be international news. This is my first time hearing about cults and heretics. And they are heck creepy and cruel! I don't want to ever encounter them. It just dawned on me on how influential the churches are. The Edwards wasn't part of any religion so I never put too much attention to them.

“I’m sorry, I told them not to but they wouldn’t listen, they made me leave. The name was ‘the truth’ I googled them, it’s like a human Scientology cult” “A cult?” I ask her she sighs shrugging her shoulders “That’s what the people online say, people who have worked for them, donors who donate to their causes” “What causes?” Drake asks “There cause is telling the truth, bringing the supernatural world and the human world together, getting the truth about us out there, I don’t know why they need your kids but from what I have read it’s not good, they are not good especially for your daughter, she’s banshee isn’t she?”