Cultist Synonym Novels & Stories

“Agreed. Wanna hang up and spend the rest of the day buddy watching that Human show about the MILFs?” “Yeah, actually.” “Tough shit. I’m giving you the cult deets whether you want them or not. What do you know already?” I take a deep breath. “That Constantine was like, the Were equivalent of Rasputin.” “I have no idea what that is.” History was never her strong suit. “Do you know what his ideas were?” I ask. “What he promised his followers?” “How do you know he promised something?” “Isn’t that the whole point of a cult? I’m your leader. You do what I tell you, and I’ll give you eternal life, unlimited wealth, rebirth in a world where everything tastes like pineapples— ”

“Nature has told me your name. Ah, please forgive my prudent behavior. I am a lowly girl who has recently been chosen by nature. Please forgive me for not knowing basic etiquette when conversing with a high noble like you.” Conan was taken aback yet again. The shaman’s mannerisms were lacking but she didn’t come short of any normal noble. If anything, she was quite benevolent and quick-witted. “The devil. Something troublesome has landed on my land.” Hinata however had other worries. “Has this precinct been inflicted by their cult?” Cult - was the group of fanatic people who were obsessed over some strong belief. A devil cult was a fanatic group of people who worshipped the devil, however, i

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.'

It is smooth, polished by years of sweat, blood, tears. "Do you know what a mystery cult is?" I ask. "I've read things. In your books." "Yes. But reading is not understanding. A mystery cult is a path. A path toward something that cannot be reached alone. Something greater than us. Ecstasy, fusion, dissolution of the self. The Eleusinians called it epopteia, the vision. The Dionysiacs called it enthusiasmos, being inhabited by the god." "And us? What do we call it?"

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?

"What I did was a shot in the dark, and I was honestly surprised I got into it. Turns out it's obviously more complex than just luck. Do either of you have any idea why a cultist would want that sort of thing?" In a bored tone, Alexander said casually, "Probably some prophecy." I blinked at him, wondering why he was so nonchalant about that. After seeing my expression, he shrugged. "They're unhinged and all about prophecies. They want to shatter peace and use humans for their own gain, Lorelei. No shit they'd rely on that pseudo-mysticism as well. You could write gibberish on a paper and say it's from their God or whatever, and they'd eat it up." That wasn't the most helpful of responses, bu