Castlevania Bishop Novels & Stories

"I'll slit her throat." Bishop stopped and backed away. He looked towards the window, his expression one of anger and impatience. Henry's lycans could be heading to silver dawn at that moment. He couldn't let them capture him. "I'm sure this woman means something to you, since you didn't tell me to go ahead and slit her throat." "Just tell me who the fuck you are." Bishop snarled. He didn't give a fuck about Victoria, but he needed her. She would be useful to him.

The bishop and Amelia allied against the Vaewolves, the hybrids are strong and faster but they don't have what they had, teamwork. The Watchers lashed forward like bullets while the bishop lashed forward instead, Amelia held her ground protecting the bishop with every might of her powers. A watcher landed before Bishop Daimon in instinct offering imbued vampiric energies at his punch but been a vampire on his own, the bishop transformed the energies by overloading it with his benefic aura before telekinetically slamming the Vaewolf aside. Another Vaewolf cut in from behind but before the bishop could retaliate or defend, Amelia forced nature vines from beneath the ground to constrict and sla

"Only the true blood of Aurelia can handle the energy. Everyone else turns into... monsters." "Or corpses," Luke added. Suddenly, a voice echoed from the back of the lab. "Welcome, children of God." Everyone spun around, guns raised. A man walked out from the shadows. He was wearing the crimson robes of a Cardinal (红衣主教). He held a silver cross in one hand and a syringe filled with glowing green liquid in the other. It was Bishop Lazarus, the highest religious figure in Montbert. The man who had crowned Serenity just days ago.

Thankfully Master Lund’s instincts were sharp enough to divert the guards’ attention. Carson hurriedly explained, “Dark Occult Bishop has two Kodoku spells with him, the Vampiric Spell and the Puppet Spell. You had the Puppet Spell cast on you, but Tyr found the antidote.” “When did you come, Tyr?” Master Lund looked at Tyr in a daze. “Where did you find the antidote?” “That’s irrelevant now,” said Tyr. “You returning to consciousness means that the antidote works.” As he spoke, Tyr gave Carson the porcelain jar and added, “Take it, Uncle Yorke. Go ahead and remove the spells on all the southern heads.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"