Conclave Novels & Stories

The debate finally came, there were thirty states and all the states that partake were invited. Destiny stood on the podium in all her glory, she was very neat and beautiful, her long hair was neatly maid and smelling well. Her white shirt was well looked and attractive, her white socks and shoes were well polished. She held her notebook and pen in her hand. They were asked to take their seat while the moderator gave the instructions.

is wholesome, joyful, ecstatic, you and it become one. Consciousness deepens. So for you, the criterion is always this: if something deepens with your consciousness, this is good; if something dissipates with your awareness it is because it is bad. Everything that cannot remain in the conscience is sin and everything that grows with the conscience is virtue. Virtue and sin are not social concepts, they are inner realizations. Just be authentic; this authenticity with your emotions will allow you a glimpse of the real. Only what is real can know the real, only the truth can know the truth, only the authentic can know the authentic that surrounds you. Go deeper into consciousness, and recogni

The man sitting to the left of Alpha Ber had more rugged features, like those of the wolves I’ve lived the past fifteen years with. All the members at the table had plates in front of them already, with exception for the man with delicate vampire-like features and the man sitting beside Alpha Ber. Our Alpha was deeply engrossed in a conversation with the other man, something about border security and holy water. The other man glanced at Eskal before he returned to his discussion. Alpha Ber had yet to notice or comment on my presence. Unsure if I should simply set the tray down and leave, I peeked at Eskal through my lashes. The other wolves from my pack split their attention between the disc

I stared at the list that was placed on the table, “It is an alpha conclave, if he must, he should.” He didn’t like the answer, I knew that, I could see it in the way his jaw had locked, his glare hardening as he stared at me. “Elder Aaron…” I didn’t get to complete my words; the sound of my phone chiming broke my line of thought. I sighed, shocking the phone further away from me, not because of them, but because I knew that if I didn’t handle this today, they wouldn’t let me rest. “This conclave is a bit of a chance, making right where you wronged, if we deny him entry aren’t we just being hypocrites?” The phone buzzed again. I

*** Cade found the insignia at 0200 on the building across from Ironveil, peeled off the rooftop gutter where an intruder had positioned for observation and retreated when Cade came up the exterior. He brought it to the table without comment and placed it face up. Lucian, who had received a photo on his phone fifteen seconds later, called before anyone asked him. "They don't have a current name," Lucian said over speaker. "They had a name eighty years ago. Before they were supposed to have dissolved." A pause. "The Conclave's enforcement branch." Dorian went very still at the end of the table. "The Conclave sent observers," he s

He looks at me puzzled, but stands and asks. “Can I get a show on hands for all to support setting a date to vote on the future of our C.E. O position?” I smirk as no one raised their hands. Hunter’s face turns red. He realizes that the game is over and once again he’s lost. “Mr. Stern?” He asks pleadingly, but the man just holds his head down and shakes it. “It’s over, Hunter. Please stop wasting our time with this foolishness. We are all very busy individuals.”

"I propose a private session, after vespers tonight. No one will know. Just you and me. You will meet me in the hidden chamber beneath the sacristy. Do you know where it is?" She gasped, a soft, breathless sound. "The… the old wine cellar, Father?" "Precisely," he confirmed, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "A place of secrets. A place where true confessions can be heard, and true absolution can be given." He leaned closer to the grille, his voice dropping to a seductive rumble that curled around her like smoke. "Meditate on this passage until then, Sister Agnes. Proverbs chapter four, verse twenty-three. 'Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.' Tonight,

It's the second day of the Conclave, clouds gathered over Veilridge, covering the walls in slippery rain. In the east gallery, delegates bent over trade maps, their low voices echoing off the stone pillars. Leo paid them no mind. His attention snagged elsewhere - on the figure slipping silently from the practice chamber across the hall. Cris Orven. Their gazes met, brief as lightning yet hot enough to scorch. For the first time since the feast, they stood within reach of each other without the buffer of ceremony or council.

"You sound so confident. Only if you knew your confidence is born out of ignorance." "We could start an argument on that and the day would still not be sufficient for us to come to an agreement. So, why don't you be a good girl and go get ready for church." It was quite obvious that Enyinnaya was already tired of arguing especially as he knew it wasn't going to end soon. He had been intermittently checking the wrist watch on his left arm, just to be certain he wouldn't miss the time for, the early morning mass, being said in English language.

Theia giggled at my response and tapped my arm. “I know that, silly,” she giggled. “I mean, what is the Conclave? I don’t really know anything about it.” “Oh, right,” I said, “the Conclave never came up in your books or anything,” and Theia shook her head. “Nope, I mean I knew there was some sort of higher authority, but that information was kind of skipped over when I wrote,” she stopped for a minute and sighed, “It feels so long since I have written anything,” she said sadly. I squeezed her tightly against me for comfort.