Castlevania Bishop Novels & Stories

Blue light flickered violently around Luca, straining against the containment field. Vex yelled, “It’s not going to hold! We need more time!” I pressed harder, feeling the orb’s power consuming me. Pain exploded through my body. My vision blurred white. But Luca’s eyes… they met mine. Steady. Fighting. Alive. And then… the impossible happened. A shadow moved behind Bishop—a figure I never expected. Tall. Silent. Familiar. Masked. “You,” I whispered. Bishop’s grin faltered, the first real crack in his facade.

A figure stepped out of the shadows beside Reese. He was tall, thin and draped in black. The Bishop. He smiled at me. “Well well well,” he murmured, strolling closer to her like he had all the time in the world. “If it isn’t the big bad Alpha. Come to take what belongs to you?” I growled so deep my chest vibrated. “Get away from her.” He ignored me and produced a long black blade from his sleeve like it had always been there. The knife drank light. It didn’t reflect.

she exclaimed, catching her breath. My forehead wrinkled in confusion upon staring into her scared expression. “He’s not just our savior or armor, just like what everyone thinks. The Lycan King’s cruel and ruthless.” “Yes, I get it. He’s mighty and extraordinary, he needs to be cruel and ruthl—” “I don’t think you get it,” Bianca cuts me off, hastily shaking her head. “He’s naturally cruel and ruthless even to his own son. Alpha Jacob almost died because of his own father, so what do you think makes us an exception?”

The Arrival of the Demon The heavy silence of the Bishop Manor was shattered by the screech of tires and the slamming of car doors. A moment later, Xavier Grayson strode into the living room, flanked by Vince. The household staff instantly bowed their heads, their bodies trembling. Xavier’s face was a mask of glacial fury, his presence so oppressive that the very air in the room seemed to freeze. He didn't look like a husband coming to reclaim his wife; he looked like a vengeful deity entering a den of thieves. "Xavier," Madam Bishop said, her voice brittle as she stood to face him. "What are you doing here?"

As soon as he heard the message, he left Rook Theia like that and went to the Queen. As he left, Rook Theia shot her an angry look, and then looked up to see Bishop Eloise behind her, who had probably arrived after Pawn Clara. Bishop Eloise looked disgusted at Rook Theia, who was still standing and looking down the path that Ace Denzell had taken to Queen Clementine. Bishop Eloise Walsh is the healer of the vampire coven. She has long hair dyed brown with straight bangs on her forehead. She often wears dark purple feline eyeliner with white gloves.

Switching back to the time of her imprisonment inside JK subconsciousness, and right into the ticking time when, “THE piece of the King, and the aid of the Bishop.” She whispers, smiling widely and sinisterly while looking at the words and information that she got after seeing and hearing the contents of the book of Death Reincarnate through JK’s eyes and ears. With the names and characteristic that perfectly suited on the first two roles that she will have and soon enough to be her little dolls and pieces of her own chess game against those two. She then reads the profile of the character that she wanted to be the other Bishop. “Aaron John Cervantes?”

My Uncle Bishop said, trying to be the voice of reasoning, but my father nor Joffrey moved, standing their ground against Ambrogio. “So what. He has the telus. We have Angelica and the sunstone.” My Uncle Bishop then says, as if he had faith in me, which was more than I had in myself right now, because I was clearly in over my head, especially if the telus was indeed still working.

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.