Bishop Library Novels & Stories

His dark eyes scan the congregation, searching for threats that wouldn't dare show their faces. Spadino stands next to Ciro. He is vibrating with energy, his gold eyes shining. He winked at the Bishop when we walked in. The Bishop clears his throat. He is an old man, stooped under the weight of his vestments. He knows who we are. He knows where the money for the new roof came from. He does not ask questions. "We gather here," the Bishop intones, his voice echoing in the cavernous space, "to welcome this child into the fold."

" Even though his friends were so close to him, the man would die alone, though he did have the beautiful woman smiling down upon him. "Damnit Di-!" Bishop began to yell but as soon as his foot was lifted to take the first step forward a thunderous sound could be heard approaching their location. "Ha-HAHAH." Bishop began laughing pointing a finger at Christopher's group. You bastards may have surprised us, but in the end we still win! We were informed of the cost of causing a disturbance in Helenfel. With only Imperial corpses laying about I don't think it will be to hard to spin the tale of how you bitter rebels attacked us." Each word leaving Bishop's mouth was laced with venom. The way he

he whispered, voice shaking, “it’s… It’s worse than we thought. The Serpents… someone inside… they’ve been working with Bishop for months. Planning. Watching. Feeding him information about every move, every weakness.” I felt my stomach turn. “Who?” He shook his head. “I don’t know… But I’ve got a lead. He’s going to meet Bishop tonight. Alone. At the old warehouse down by the docks. You need to see this for yourself.” I exchanged a glance with Luca. “Then we go. Now.” --- The warehouse loomed like a beast in the dark, rusted and abandoned, but the faint glow of lights inside told me it was far from empty. Engines idled, shadows moved, and the scent of oil and danger was thick in the air.

I shoot him a withering glare “But I’m very spiteful. Do not test me.” Zen narrows his eyes at me “You shouldn’t play with daggers, My Lady.” I narrow my eyes right back, lips curling “Neither should you.” The door opens. Fredrik looks from Zen to me to the floor, with the expression of a man who knows he came at the wrong moment. Then he clears his throat. “The Bishop asks for your presence in the altar.” He mutters quietly “If you would follow me.” He starts walking without waiting for a response. I shoot Zen another annoyed look, and then hurry out of the door. I’ll just go and see for myself what the hell is going on.

"Let's go. It's not time for dinner yet. I'll show you around." With that said, he snaked his arm around Celeste's waist and led her away. Accompanied by Damon, she wandered around the Bishop residence. It was not Celeste's first time there. However, this was her first time observing the place with such careful detail. All of a sudden, she realized the weight behind Serena's words, "The Bishop family has held a noble status since the 17th century." The Bishop residence had a history of over a century. In the past few decades, the residence had undergone renovations.

She wouldn't engage in a verbal battle with her. The current bishop of Bonheur was over eighty years old. Before becoming a monk, he had been a renowned scholar full of worldly knowledge and talents. He had a profound understanding of human nature. After facing many twists, turns, and difficulties in life, he eventually saw through the secular world and became a monk. He currently presided over the temple's affairs, entirely devoted to God, becoming a highly respected senior monk. Upon learning that the Prime Minister's mansion was coming to offer prayers to God, the elderly bishop led his fellow monks and personally went outside to welcome them.

One of the commandments that is yet to be born, yet Beatrice already know how much she despises the commandment himself. “The annoying, little commandment that will leave me the scar for life.” She somewhat foreshadowed. Yet, how much she doesn’t want to acknowledge her need for Carlos. He is the perfect one to be the Bishop for her chess. The person that she just needs to tolerate, for it is the only way for her to have her plan went to where it all should be. “The ruler of Faith and Honor and comes from the dimension of Chikyuu.” She then pauses drawing that sinister smile once more on her face. All upon reading the character profile of her intended bishop that perfectly fits to be drawn t

While Noah’s full name was indeed Noah Balthazar Bishop, he didn’t like people using his full name and wouldn’t allow others to refer to him that way either. Ashford suddenly laughed. "Finally, he has appeared." He grabbed Eden’s hand excitedly. "Raphael’s Seminary has always prepared all the herbal ingredients they needed. After the Bishop family was destroyed and their successor disappeared, the seminary also suffered heavy losses. "There were hundreds of us in the beginning, but only my family was left in the end. If I were to die of old age and the Bishops never reappeared, I would take the seminary’s techniques to the grave with me. But you’re here now. You’re finally here."

“So you’re saying your brutality is mercy?” “I’m saying you have to move on,” she blurts, a wry look clouding her face. “The Pyramid Brotherhood are demons on earth. Every time we have them, they slip away, but this time it's going down to ash. He is.” My breath quickens as she supplies, “I’m not saying this because I got promoted. I’m telling you because I care. Mad Bishop is the devil. Stay the fuck away from him. You might want to get an exorcism for what he’s done with you?”

“My daughter! Somehow, they’ve gotten to her. They say if I don’t spill the location of the diamond, she will disappear like my father.” I stare at him, but before I can say a word, our cell bangs open. “Micheal! Get it together, Bishop wants to see you!” “Who the fuck is Bishop?” I turn to Oliver. “It’s the Warden, Samuel Vale. This isn’t good, bruv. No one gets an audience with the Bishop for nothing, not unless he’s really interested in what you’ve got going on. Protect yourself, bruv. Rumour has it that he sticks his rod in men’s asses.”