Cullen Inquisition Novels & Stories

"Don Cursley, I dug up something. Do you want to come see what it is? It's about Mrs. Cursley." I had just unbuckled my seat belt. Hearing that, I put it back on. A faint, stubborn hope flared to life again. I guessed that maybe this was about Isabella's whereabouts, or maybe it had to do with something of hers. Maybe she was even alive… But I never imagined the lead would be proof that Claudia had hurt Isabella. "I told you Claudia wasn't some harmless saint, but you refused to listen. See for yourself." Luca Kane tossed me a stack of printed chat logs.

"Aria possesses knowledge crucial to our pack's survival. Her presence was necessary to uncover the truth about Lord Edgard's deceit." Uncle Malcolm intervened, his tone accusatory. "Deceit? You dare accuse a respected member of our community? We have witnesses testifying to your reckless behavior." Erin stood firm. "I have evidence to support my claims. Lord Edgard's actions endangered us all. I will present my case, and the truth will be revealed." The Council exchanged skeptical glances, and Councilor Thane spoke. "Very well, Erin. Present your evidence. But be warned: if found guilty, the consequences will be severe."

My eyes scanned the crowd for signs of Astrid but she was nowhere to be found. The members stared back at me, their eyes cold, unyielding, all except Elara who wore a grace expression. The tall, imposing man who was the leader wore a cruel smile as he started the questioning. "So, Zephyrine," he said with dripping malice. "Tell us, what happened on the night Cormac died?" I took a deep breath, trying to explain. "I.I was with Cormac, yes. But I didn't kill him. I swear it."

*Killian's p.o.v* I knew something was wrong the moment I came into the pack house. Everything looked exactly the same as I left it, and yet something was still picking at me. It was like a hole had begun forming in my chest and I hadn't noticed it yet. "Do you smell that?" Titan's voice called out in my head. I lifted my nose to the air and stiffened as the smell of fresh blood registered in my mind. Not just fresh blood; Claire's blood.

I'm in a dark large space that resembles a dungeon of some kind, I notice a few bondage contraptions on the wall and a shiver runs down my spine. When the three men finally stand in front of me, I'm able to take a good look at them. They all seem to be Vampires, they glare at me viciously, their stares like flying daggers. Two of them are dressed normally but the third person is wearing a black and red cloak. When the both of them give way for him, only then do I realize that he's carrying a tray of what seems like torture devices. I don't know much about Vampires but I've heard enough to know that they're ruthless.

' she replied. 'Truth.' 'Is he your family?' 'No.' 'Truth.' 'Do you know him personally?' 'No.' 'Truth.' 'Do you know the Black Hunter?' 'No.' 'Truth.' What on earth is this?

“Keep the main door open, and I want no one on the way to Diana’s room. Call Elena. Diana is severely injured.” In my arms, Diana was going pale. This whole situation was so odd to begin with. Why did she never feel her wolf’s presence? Why couldn’t my Lycan sense recognize the wolf in her? And most importantly, her wolf was golden. It meant whatever Grandpa said was true. No, how was this possible? My mind was going nuts, with many questions and a single answer. “No, it can’t be true.” I looked at her face. She was getting paler with every passing second. I looked menacingly up at the moon and muttered under my breath,

She snarled. "The fuck are you talking about? Touch your butt? Why would I do so? That man..." He looked around and realized that the man had run off earlier. He exhaled deeply. "Someone was trying to steal from you and I..." The lady with the glowy eyes cuts him off. "Don't you dare come up with some ridiculous joke. Who doesn't know you? You are Tristan Stone. The man who literally went through girls as if they were clothes!" She exclaimed.

Summers said. “”I’m good too, how’s the weather in London?” Whitefield asked. “Cold, but not as cold as New York, where are you at the moment?” Summers asked. “I’m on my way to dinner, with my wife and daughter, is anything the matter?” Whitefield asked. “Well yeah, Mclean was murdered yesterday, his wife told me today when I went to inspect the paintings, and the sick thing is that he was murdered in the same fashion as the other victims, Carl I’m becoming more scared and worried”.