Astral Apostle Novels & Stories

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

His chest bore the sigil of the cult burned into raw flesh. She had named him Apostle of the Hollow Dawn. “You will lead the first wave,” Valeria whispered. “Find the cracks. Enter their sanctuaries. Defile them.” The Apostle did not speak. It bled obedience. She turned to her new high priest, a man whose tongue she had severed for speaking Bain’s name too gently. “Ready the Hollow Host.” “And the offering?” the priest signed. Valeria’s voice was cold. “The baby. The one who would be the fifth. I need a vessel to break their circle. Find me one born under the eclipse.”