Cullen Inquisition Novels & Stories

After everything that happened with my family, I had trust issues. “Please take a seat and tell me why you visit?” I asked as I waited for Cullen to sit first. “Well, I heard there’s a beauty searching for the amulet. The amulet of all,” Cullen said as he leaned in his chair and smiled sheepishly. “How did you know that?” I asked curiously.

“But I guess something makes you special because he loves you.” “He doesn’t.” Cullen smirked, enjoying Callie’s denial. “He does. My spies have never failed me. And they’re a lot closer to Vincent than you’d think.” “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Callie replied indignantly. “We’ll see about that. I am presenting you to him tomorrow. Be sure to clean yourself up.” Cullen eyed her from head to toe, disgust in his eyes. She must look like a mess for someone as shitty as Cullen to judge her appearance. She probably looked as awful as she felt.

Cullen answered. "So how did you find him?" I requested. "Someone tried to murder me in your chambers in the midnight. I captured him and tortured him until he confessed that Old Ben sent him to murder the alpha king.” General Cullen explained. Eunuch Cole’s plan really worked. With the powers of illusion, Cullen looked exactly like me. I had picked Cullen because he was skilled and a trusted friend to me so in case anyone tries to kill him he would be able to fight back.

I put aside the pile of documents I was working my way through and waved him on. "What's so urgent it couldn't wait?" I asked as I leaned back in my chair. Donovan didn't waste words. "Thorne is investigating the Cullen family." That punch hit me like a blow in the gut, and I turned to ice right there while he stood saying those words, the air thick and real, tangible even. "What?" I heard my low voice, not loud, with overtures of disbelief. "He has been investigating our operations," he repeated more calmly but firmer. "Gathering information, asking questions-quietly, not quiet enough." I shook my head, a small, bitter laugh leaving my lips. "It doesn't make sense. He wouldn't-“

She bled at the hospital and we didn’t go down the way we did when she was tied up in the basement– “He already tested her yesterday. The cut was a bit too deep for a test, but he got what he wanted and I think I am satisfied.” Memories of Qet’s expression when I ended our foreplay with cold water, has the corners of lips lifted as water hits my skin. “I can’t fully support Cullen, but what if she’s masking it?” he pauses, “I am not supposed to think this way because we have proven everything without trying hard. I am beginning to consider his accusations because it will definitely affect the relationship between the three of us if at the end of the day she is the curse— I would have to prot

With tears welling up in my eyes, I shouted angrily, “I’m not sick, Mom! Believe me. Hope really exists! “She even told me her brother was murdered!” The more I tried to defend myself, the harder Mom cried. At that, I called the police. I hoped that they would come and prove that I was telling the truth. But to my surprise, when the police arrived, they said the exact same thing as my mom. “Over the years, whenever a valedictorian died, we would conduct a thorough investigation into their social networks. “But not a single one of them had a sister or friend named Hope Spencer.

Her palms were sweating and her voice wavered, but she stood firm. "Why are you making this request?" a deep voice asked. Izzy looked at the man, noting his frown. "I'd rather not say," Izzy said in trepidation. "Izabelle, is everything alright? You seem out of sorts today," a kind voice said, it was Dale, the ambassador from Ellisvale. He had seen Izzy grow up and he knew this was not the same girl that had come to the Hunt several days prior. "I am well," Izzy stated, unable to look at Dale. "Is this a confidential hearing?" Izzy glanced briefly at the Council members watching her.

“It’s not like we can go out into the streets of Duluth and track down the killer on our own. We have to stay in our characters. I’m sure Zeke will have a team of investigators and assassins out here soon enough—assuming they’re not here already—to hunt down and ‘take care of’ this killer. The best thing we can do is, like he said, just keep our heads down and keep watching Derek so we will be able to proceed as planned once this whole mess is cleared up.” On some level, I know I should be irked by Bethany lecturing me like this, when I’m the one who’s supposed to be the teacher, but I’m not. There’s something else about her little speech that is bothering me far more. “You seem to know a lo

And shes there that night! “But strangely... though you are unconscious, you didn't have any internal wounds,” she added after seeing the suspicious in my eyes. She prove as he added the jade, “That contain our recent activity. The whole association hunts the rumored Lycan who cause chaos in the secluded island beneath the Thousand-Volcanoes-” I raise my brows upon the heard of it. “So what did you discover, then?” I ask just as I cut her off. She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-”

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.