Anne Bishop The Others Novels & Stories

Gobi Zalika holds out her arms as the magic wraps around Bishop Eloise and she falls to her knees. Her eyes turned black, and she began to scream. Gobi Zalika walks towards Bishop Eloise, raising her wand high above her head, and then brings it down hard over her. A blinding light illuminates the entire area. As the smoke dissipates, it reveals a bloody mess on the ground. Bishop Eloise lies still. Gobi Zalika removes her wand from the body of the fallen Bishop Eloise. Suddenly, Pawn Clara feels something move against her skin and looks up to see a honeybee summoned by Rook Theia that starts biting her wounds. She begins to scream loudly, and the honeybees start buzzing and humming in her ea

The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen Jensen. The moment she spotted me, who was struggling in Vincent's arms, she burst into tears. Pointing at me, she bellowed, "Girls, that's her! That's the old hag who seduced my boyfriend! Vince told me he doesn't love her at all; she's the one who's clinging to him and refusing to divorce him!" Her classmates and the netizens behind her immediately rushed forward to corner me. Vincent's next move sent me plunging straight into the abyss.

Her mind raced with guilt and confusion, “Did I push him too far? Am I overreacting?” A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She froze, and the faint hope that it might be Derek disappeared the moment she heard Sylvia’s voice. “Good evening Ma’am, Mr. Johnson has asked me to inform you that he’ll be staying over at the office tonight.” The housekeeper announced politely from the other end of the door. Leah heaved a deep sigh, “Thank you, Sylvia.” She replied calmly.

The church bowed, and Elle closed her eyes, Jack’s hand grounding her, their shared prayer a quiet promise. *****************

The unidentified thing inside her didn’t seem willing to allow her to, either. She was the Great Other— whatever that meant. The thing swelled as if in confirmation. Ancients and gods were also known as Others, so her title had some deeper meaning in connection to them. This wasn’t a surprise with everything else she’d learned. Minera had seem shocked but hopeful when Amerie had mentioned it to her. If it gave the great goddess hope, she prayed it would be enough. She couldn’t let her or Celena down after everything.

Turns out, loving someone like her—sweet, brilliant, and unknowingly entangled in a world darker than she realizes—makes every past mission look like child’s play. The Red Bishops. Assassins for hire. Underground elites who pull the strings in ways the public will never see. And now, their possible heir is the same sick bastard stalking Margo?

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

I said, hoping to get my point across. She looked so beautiful sitting across from me with her black hair flowing down in front of her shoulders, and those beautiful brown eyes looking up at me. I shook off the marks pull the best I could, I needed to stay focused. Damn, it was hard though. She nodded to me so I continued. “I have come across some new information that The Others are Vampires. Would you know anything about that?” I asked her. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “I have never encountered The Others personally. I just know of them and that they want the amulet. I’m not even sure why they want it… We just blindly protect it because that’s what The Keepers do.” She explained

Devon and his group went outside and saw a woman in the ground, a blonde haired woman wearing a black dress and a black cloaked , and her faced has too much make up. “ Who are you?” Devon tried to communicate with the woman. While Luna ,Jasper and Victoria looked around and find out if there are others. “ I’m here to send this letter to You Mr. McKnight.” The woman answered. “ A letter from whom?” He asked. “ from your Late Father’s best friend. Do you remember Jimmy Alcantara? Or did you heard about that name?” “ The principal of Bentwood college Extension.” Devon answered. “ You are right. So here it is, I’m leaving it right here and gave us an answer after two days.” The woman said and sh

Creed of Truth Sanctuary, Brazil. ASPEN SAT IN THE dark of her little room, as if the blackness of the space could wrap around her and hide her from the monsters who walked freely about in the daylight. She and Buzz had always been held a little apart from the others. They were Nabanita's children. They were social pariahs unless one of them was currently in Sonny's good graces. Aspen had assumed that having that black mark also protected them from what happened to the other girls after they turned fourteen.