Cultist Synonym Novels & Stories

While she weaved a material she had in her hand, she couldn’t take her mind away from the subject matter; Cultism. It has become so bad that, aside from the universities where it has become an institution of sorts, cultism is already gaining inroad into primary and secondary schools. It has also become deeply rooted among artisans, transport workers and even people who work in corporate offices. It has gotten so bad! No doubt, cultism is one of the social vices that have been tormenting our society. It has been in existence for quite some time, and has gotten so bad that it is becoming something we have to live with.

“Of course we do.” The shadows beneath the Academy surged hard enough to crack the chamber floor again. The cultist spread his arms slightly, almost reverent. “For centuries we searched for the vessel capable of surviving the convergence.” Every soldier in the chamber tensed. Cassian’s lightning sparked violently across his hands. “I really hate when cultists start talking like prophets.” Normally the comment would have almost made me smile. Now it only made the fear worse. Because the figure standing in front of us sounded certain. Not hopeful. Certain.

Gloom settled in on Chu Xun despite his attempts to look calm, and his eyes flared with a purplish tinge. Whereas Lei Bao and the others turned morosely solemn. First-grade Human Kings were nothing to them, while Second-grade Human Kings were still manageable. But the collective might of five Third-grade and one Fourth-grade Human Kings was too huge an obstacle for them. "Surely these Fusang wanderers are hardly the only outside help the Cultists have enlisted?" said Chu Xun coolly. "He said, in addition to them, the Cultists have found other help as well. He is certain that they are local, although he knows nothing about which sect or order they belonged to."

Even if it means he will become the king of nothing, he’d rather let all of it die with him than let his power go into the hands of others. There are many sources of information indicating that Emperor Romulus was also a cultist or at least have a deep enough connection with the cultists to let them do much dirty work for him. Speaking of cultists, the generic cultist in this world is only the cultist that worships the outer god and many powerful beings that are not of this world and have power far surpassing most of the powerful beings in this world. The worst-case scenario that could happen is that after the people who go to assault Helena's house return. Since those people receive They wi

"Please don't say anything to anyone." I just kind of stand there confused for a moment, then Vesper chimes into my mind. 'Cultist. That is why she smells strange. She is one of those brainwashed by the so-called Moon Goddess they serve. Fated Mates are nothing more than a term to control werewolves under the guise of witchcraft used by those cultists that say the Moon Goddess speaks to them.'

By the look of things, they'd probably exchange words soon. "He was a cultist!" Nun Ruth glared harder. "Search for the cruellest cult who terrorized Hollow University and New York as a whole years ago. They're called Odium Cult, their members rank go up by the number of people they kill! There's no assurance that he's not part of the cult anymore. He's dangerous!" "Stop lying, Ruth!" Estelle pointed a finger. "Stop already! What silly cult? Just say you fell for the Priest at first sight, but knowing you're forbidden from developing romantic feelings, you're making up fake lores!"

, he questioned a smile still on his lips, his eyes peeking at me making me feel stupid for asking such a question. " I'm sorry I asked such a question. I…", I find words stuck in my throat. He folds his arms, moving his head closer to my ear as he whispers. "I am a cultist. The leader of AZA CULT GROUP, one of the notorious cult gangs in this University" I felt as if a knife pierce through my skin as he moved back, his face now showing a sad feature. I tried to move my lips but they felt glued. He is joking right?", I can feel myself asking my inner mind.

They drink black sap, let roots burrow into their flesh, and chant in a language that crackles like static. **"They're not just worshipping the fracture,"** Jarek says, his prosthetic arm now fused with Keep shards. **"They're *becoming* it."** He shows me a captured cultist-a woman with crystalline skin and eyes like shattered mirrors. **"She sees things. Other timelines. Other... *us*."** The cultist grabs my wrist, her grip freezing. **"You're the key. The scar opens the door. But *she* holds the knife."**

It was scary at first but if that was not done they'll all be wiped out. She went back and gathered an antagonism because she knew she alone might not stand a chance against the rouge angle. many were afraid but only a few were bold enough to follow her and also believed her. They all went back to the mountains, deeper into the dark cave where the ruin was all in. They saw a stone and there was an ancient article that was carved on it like a ruin. It took them days to find out what it meant, Seek the darkness, and you shall be granted power.

"You aren't running a cult! You don't need to be so obsessed." "Yes, I'm running a cult, but you know it's kind of a different cult. Cult is a religious devotion directed towards a particular figure or object, whereas my cult only follows one rule irreverently. To loathe Malcom Augustus until the end of time. And mind telling you, I am not obsessed." Zaria Smith was at a loss for words. If you are not obsessed then what is it?