Cullen Inquisition Novels & Stories

“Not bad. You’re an intriguing man. “You show off when you get the chance… “And you give up when you have to. Harvey crouched, looking curious, as he tapped Cullen’s shoulder. “I have a question. “Judging from your status and identity, I don’t see any reason for you to stand up for the Islanders. “So, what is it?” Cullen’s eyes twitched. “Evermore…” he muttered. Harvey’s gaze turned dark. Along with the clues he gathered, he finally figured out the situation at hand.

The police car stopped at the entrance of the Cullen estate. Several plainclothes officers quickly stepped out of the vehicle. "Elena Cullen?" one of them said. "Westley Langston has implicated you as the mastermind behind the destruction of evidence in the Crestwood Estate case. We need you to come with us for questioning." "The Crestwood Estate case? Destroying evidence? I don’t know anything about that! It has nothing to do with me! Let me go!" No matter how much Elena struggled, the officers ignored her protests and promptly escorted her into the car.

Confused, I struggled to follow the light. Though I knew I wanted to get out of this mess. Clinging to the crystal, I took a deep breath and asked him. "Is there any way to get out and find that court? I want to break this curse." "A-Are you sure about this?" "Just lead the way." I nodded my head. He examined the determination filled in my eyes. A tiny chuckle appeared on his lips as he turned. "Follow me!" ................................................... *Bam!* Abruptly, her eyes opened with a hold on her breaths.

He had this sweet male scent and it made me want to snuggle beneath his arms. “Aw.” I winced, feeling the slight sting of pain as I accidentally scraped my right thumb against the slide and blood started dripping on my hand. Oh, crap! This is what you get for fantasizing, Cassidy! I scolded myself and reached for my hanky in my bag when all of a sudden, Caleb harshly stood up, knocking his chair down while glaring menacingly at my bloody thumb. “What is the matter, Mr. Scovell?” Mrs. Williams asked, surprised at his sudden action. The students were now gaping at us. Caleb didn't answer but kept glaring at me, specifically at my wounded thumb while covering his nose with his hand.

Her mind was fully present now and her intuition slipped through the next few seconds, but she didn't seem to want to prevent her from entering. Aurelia kicked open the brown wooden door and stuck her gun into the room. After a few turns, she found that he was deserted. First relief, then dismay. There weren't any hegeduns here, but Row and Aiden were nowhere to be seen. Now her heart slipped into her pants, she fell into a deep hole. The two were gone! Killed or abducted, she didn't know. She took a step on the carpet and it crunched under her soles. They were small splinters of an injection arrow with a blue tip. The fine needle was bent and the flattened front part had broken off. After t

He almost makes it back to their cave, when some men come out of the bushes and point their guns at him. “Thought you could get away from us; you’re our most valuable test subject,” the malignant man smiled. Angel was scared senseless; a bead of sweat formed on his brow and ran down his cheek. He didn’t know what to do. Drake was still in the town, so he wouldn’t be back for a while. The malignant man just smiled some more, “If you’re wondering about your friend, I believe he should be back sometime soon. Maybe we can use him in our experiments as well.” Angel shook his head, “No Zieff you can’t. I’ll go, just leave him alone.” Zieff had a clever smile cross his face. He waved for one of the

Soon. "The beginning of the destruction of the Fernandezs is here," I whispered, my lips stretching into a sinister smile. The reflection staring back at me in the bedroom mirror wasn't the sweet, innocent Julianna. She was completely gone now. Died on the same day her father was killed. Vengeance had taken over, morphing me into a woman called Nicole. The Nicole who would stop at nothing to watch their world crumble. I wouldn't say I liked the image I was seeing, but I had to accept it. It was my new reality.

She had looked at me with such raw fear, such desperate trust, that it had ignited something primal within me, something possessive and unrelenting. “Good,” I said, though the word felt hollow. “But I want more than readiness. I want answers. Who’s behind this? Who’s feeding them information? Someone in this room?” My gaze swept over the council members, each one averting their eyes or straightening in their chairs under the weight of my scrutiny. No one spoke. The silence was deafening.

Alas, all he was and had been was a hunter whose willingness to die had been infringed upon by the same force seemingly clawing it's way through the gates of the dungeon. "Who the hell would..." The inquisitor asked. "Ahhhh!!" A voice led out. The scouts who had seemingly been mounted at the entrance as guards, chorused their accompanied wails that came off to even the inquisitor as a teaser to their being rendered unconscious. "I knew it, the hold is under attack. I guess someone really came for you, who could that be, Necromancer." He chuckled, taking a bunch of keys hung to the cells to his hand.

Scarface turned, stepped toward the door, exiting the office. The morning of May thirtieth turned muggy. Logan met Leon in the basement. Specimens piled up. The operation successful! Two bodies sprawled lifeless on separate tables. The first body appeared another daughter of a CIA representative. The second body appeared a male judge over at Hapeville. Incisions carved under both the casualty’s kidneys and liver removed.