Are Y'all With The Cult Mga Nobela at Kwento

They were always polite to us, and courteous to Mom, who went quiet whenever they were around. Plus dad, they were always eight men. Jack told me once, counting on his fingers, “they're never more, never less. Eight.” They’d smile at us, ruffle our hair, ask about school. Nice, powerful men. But always eight. Mom kept going. “It’s a cult, Dana. Your father thinks so highly of these friends he won’t do anything without their approval.” “Who are they?” “They call themselves a club.” “Like a society?” “I wish.” Her voice drops. “Some people say they’re the Illuminati. Or a branch of the Masons. I don’t know what to call them anymore.”

Whoever it is they will pay for their treachery. He refused to speak about the male leader at all. Too much questioning about him forced the old rogue to clam up entirely and my men would have to start the whole process of loosening his lips again. Luckily the female was more than happy to talk glowingly about The Leader and his Great Work. I had heard about something called "cults" from humans in the past. How they had charismatic leaders who would brainwash people into following them even to death. It sounded like that listening to the girl. They would not only kill for whoever this leader was, but were happy to be killed in what he called "service to the Goddess."

Now they are lovers and Vaia managed to completely manipulate her against me. "Volunteers this time...How lovely," Marek says flatly. My stomach sinks at the sound of his voice. I want to speak to him again, to dig as much out of him as possible. I'm starting to have doubts that he is working with Vaia as closely as Tai and I first thought. What if my new theory is true...What do I do now? "They are apart of a local cult. They think they are doing good work by sacrificing themselves," Jessa says, sounding somewhat amused.

I asked as my body turned cold and I took a step back, away from everyone. “No, not exactly.” Lena said and I looked at her with wide eyes. “What the hell does that mean?” I asked and I was starting to feel scarfed. “We…” she started to say before her eyes darted to Clarissa and she rephrased her word. “They are a community that is part of a few around the country. Only those like us are permitted to live here where it is safe.” She said and she looked a bit sad. “Okay, but I still don’t understand. It still sounds like a cult to me.” I said as I looked around the room at the four people in it.

“What do you think about a group of supers coming together to have fun, cast spells, and do other crazy things like sneaking out of school once in a while?” My eyes bulged out of their sockets and I gasped. “You want me to join a cult?” Clyde stared at me in confusion before bursting into laughter. “Oh My God, Nyx. You’re something else.” He managed to wheeze out through his laughter. I deadpanned, watching him have the time of his life. “Not a cult, Nyx. More like a… club for the free-spirited.” “Hmmm…” I rubbed my chin in deep thought. It would be nice to make new friends and also have a place of escape during the Transformation and Shifting classes.

And it also control some life and death that happens in this world, that's also why Eris cult is the most famous cult in this world even the currency is named after her which is Eris currency. But Axis cult is famous for the opposite reason... Namely known for their notoriety, their follower known to be having some screw loose or just plain weird in the head. They will stop at nothing for their missionary job, from fraud to exhortation, etc. They also always slander the Eris cult such as evil cult, heathen cult, crazy cult, etc. They will even smash the windows of Eris church and beat up the believer of Eris cult. This is also why some people thought Axist cult belong to the Demon Lord becau

I asked suspiciously. Oliver sighed in disappointment. “I think you should find out for yourself; it's best you follow me inside.” Oliver escorted me inside. Oliver led me inside; they were all surrounded in the room. The cult called themselves the farmers. In the room, there was a wooden table; it was like we were all having a dinner night. The table was filled with men and women dressed in the same attire, which was black. Then immediately I noticed that Oliver was still putting on the same with them, which means he was one of them. As I stood there, surprised, I didn't act. I watched more until a voice came from the table.

Makaila says. What!? Cult spits.

she said in a low voice. Raven's eyebrows shot up in shock. "Which cult are you talking about?" she asked, her concern growing with each passing moment. Katie raised an incredulous eyebrow at Raven, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Don't tell me you haven't been following the murder cases," she said, her tone conveying a sense of disbelief. "There's this religious cult that claims they're purging the earth of what defiles it. They believe they're on a mission to kill vampires and other supernatural creatures."

“First off, he’s now your leader, too. But you are correct in that estimation. I guess you’ve been seeing more of him while working with Aria and Hal.” “He’s been picking my brain about my division and consulting me on how we might use them to get the cult to open up and reveal things to us. We may use my office to break the cult up. It’s something that they do. The office would have knowledge about the cult’s occult practices. I’ve got one guy looking into any information they have on them.” “What’s the name of this cult? I don’t think anyone’s mentioned it.” “It’s one of those weird names. Breacadh An Lae Dearg.”