Conclave Novels & Stories

She muttered, but it felt like she was convincing herself. " I'd suggest you see a doctor again Serena. He might find out something else." A chill ran down Serena's spine at Clara's words. She swallowed, her heart racing. Pressing her lips together, she tried to calm herself together. It's just nerves. There's nothing serious going on. But no matter how many times she repeated those words in her head, she didn't believe them. . . . (Winchester: the Duke's mansion) " I'll be renouncing my title as a duke." Gerald announced at Frederick. The latter choked on his wine, coughing as he stared at Gerald, shocked.

Eko Citadel, Concert Hall, Night Tunde stood in the center of a stage that wasn’t a stage but a floating platform of light, suspended above a sea of glowing faces. The concert hall was shaped like a blooming flower, glass petals arching high above the audience. Holographic birds wheeled across the ceiling. A choir of projected voices harmonized softly, waiting for him to begin. His robe shimmered white and gold under the lights. A crown of soft holographic rays circled his head.

investigate Ash. Leona nodded again. "Yes. Skarsgard." Answer Leona. "For now. They are the single most domineering clan and have complete power over all vampires. And... We are the only Argent descendants left." Leona continued. Ash standing in front of Leona exactly. Ash's entire attention was on Leona. There was nothing Ash could do but stare at Leona's face for a long time, making the girl frown in surprise at being stared at so intensely.

"What are you talking about?" "The final vault," Silas said, his grip tightening. "The core of Project Thorne is locked behind a biometric wall. It does not use passwords or fingerprints. It uses the Blackwood signature. It needs the specific DNA and retinal patterns of a direct Blackwood bloodline to unlock the final stage."

“Do you mean to say you believe what this book has got to say?” The man nodded with a reassuring smile. “Not just thinking, though. I believe these things for which not everyone perceives really do exist.” Try as he might to bite his words, there was something about how he phrased it that alienated Migi. He couldn’t excuse this as a bad prank since he was all serious when he articulated his thoughts. But he couldn’t immediately say he was telling the truth. “How can you say so? Have you already seen one?”

“ Where exactly is this place you want me to meet at? “ I ask skeptically, but still following her. “ You’ll see, “ she snaps, turning around. I wasn’t used to being treated like this. Female or male, I would find a way to punish them for disrespecting the vampire prince. She didn’t give me the urge to do that. She was different. --- We walked deep into the woods. I was sure this was because she didn’t want anyone to hear us and not because she was going to kill me. Although, it would be fun to see her try. Suddenly. we walked into a beautiful part of the woods. It was like no other. I barely went outside in the light, but I’ve never seen anything like this. The town off of Monarch Pass, Col

I think about my mother again and an appreciative smile made it's way to my lips as I calmly places my head on Dominic's shoulders. She would be so satisfied. She IS satisfied. I look at the twenty-two people. At the foundations. At the plants. At the stones. At the sky. My phone buzzes in my pocket and Dominic helps me reach for it cause I still have Lucia in my arms. It's Pren. "The Australian Conclave has requested a preliminary consultation. Three candidates confirmed." A pause. "Ms. Navarro, the momentum is global." I look at the text. Global. I look at Lucia.

This conclave seemed to be an important one. Everyone looked at him as he entered the hall. All of the upper knights were there, some of the successor which include Sir Felix, and the father of the knights too. They only occupied the first column of golden pews, and they were positioned base from their standing. The Father was alone at front. “Why am I called?” Gabriel asked still sounding respectful. He was answered by Sir Felix, “You know why.” “Hello to you too, Sir Felix.” Gabriel snorted. “Take a sit, Gabriel. We are about to start.” The Father demanded, and Gabriel immediately situated himself behind the line. He was alone on the lengthy pew as the Fathe

So he told her. The Conclave: a body so old it predated current treaty law, operating in the spaces between official court structure, originally designed as a peacekeeping oversight council and evolved, over the centuries, into something considerably more invested in ensuring that the peace they kept maintained particular power distributions. They worked through influence and documentation and the strategic placement of members in mediating bodies. They did not, as a rule, use violence directly. They hired it. "The Harkin arrangement," she said. "Yes." "They wanted me in a controlled marriage before I could—" she stopped.

He did not speak. No one spoke. “It appears the time for the conclave has been set,” a rugged, yet warm, voice stated from everywhere in the room. Dax swiveled back and stood. The owner of the voice was not in the room. Dax stared wide-eyed at the nine wolves: the kneeling six, Corien, Gravan, Brock. Then, he spun, stepping to his window. He gazed outside, down to the grass beneath his office. A low gasp escaped his lips.