Novel & Cerita Exo Vaticanus

XOXO ❤️ it's a glitch guys! GOTCHA 🤣

The second shattered the windshield of a delivery van. Another landed at the feet of the off-duty nurse. Its tiny body twitched once. Blood seeped from its eyes. She stared, unable to move. It was the same impossible shade. Almost black. As Manhattan descended into chaos, a single instruction appeared on a screen somewhere in the city. Find Dr. Naomi Sinclair.

A synthesized, distorted voice cut through the quiet room. "Mr. and Mrs. Vance. I hope the honeymoon was worth the price." "Identify yourself," Arthur barked, his thumb tracing the safety of his weapon. "Names are for the living," the voice purred. "Let’s talk about transactions instead. Elena Rossi didn't just keep a ledger of her assets. She kept a sequence key for the Vatican's private archival vaults—specifically, the documents detailing the true hierarchy of the Mediterranean syndicates. She hid it. And she wants it back."

“What do you think?” “It’s beautiful, Lolo!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining. She hopped out of the car, her heart racing with excitement. But as she took a step forward, her joy was interrupted by a voice that dripped with disdain. “Who’s this?” A tall boy, perhaps ten years old, stood at the entrance of the mansion, arms crossed and a scowl etched on his face. His name was Chase, Lolo Giovanni's adopted son, and he had a reputation for being spoiled and selfish.

I don’t know what I am so nervous about, but the thought of seeing Giovanni again is totally not expected. "Gaudeo valde te huc salvom venire, filii mei." [I am very glad you arrive here safely, my children.] Their voices are getting clearer as I get nearer to them. There’s no way I can hide my presence from these vampires, but still, maybe they can’t notice when I tiptoe my way through. “Gratias offerimus ob nos, Domine Prometheus.” [We offer our gratitude for inviting us, Lord Prometheus.] I finally got a clearer view of them. Giovanni and Everleigh, together with the guards, all bow their heads and hands on their stomachs. But still, the authority and elegance these Octavians hold are jus

Pallor stared at it cross-eyed. “Um. Back, demon horse thing.” I waved the Bible around, then misted the air with holy water. Pallor licked his lips, eying the flapping pages. I sighed. “You'd think the Vatican could issue how-tos on exorcisms.” My fears of being trampled eased when Pallor began to plead. He kissed his lips, begging. “What?” I asked. He stared at the Bible. I knitted my brows.

(Al Quran 5:16) EXPLANATION OF TITLE: Vocation, maybe defined as, "A summon or strong inclination to a particular state or course of action, especially: a divine call to the religious life." OR "An entry into the priesthood or a religious order." (Merriam Webster) This book, primarily deals with the life of Aasiya, who fights through various struggles of life, in hopes to find peace and happiness. Whether she does or not, is for you to find out, InshaAllah. Lastly, I humbly pray to Allah SWT to grant His barakah and rehmah to this book and may everyone who read this book find hidayah. Thereby, gaining Allah's pleasure and acquiring success of both this world and the hereafter, InshaAllah.

Xander Bridget was a fragile old lady with white-ish gray hair always up in a tight, with crinkly dull blue eyes, and a small mole on the left side of her lips. She was calm as she pricked Logan's finger, letting the drop of blood hit the Moon water in the holy chalice. Usually, young demons will be brought to the DMA grounds and will be taken into the center room the Elders use for communication with other royalty or purebloods. Bridget or Samantha will prick the young one's finger, letting the blood drop into the chalice and after a few seconds, a puff of colored smoke with puff out of the water.

When she looked up once more, the coldness in her eyes and the aggression in her look grew intense. Pastor Angelo’s pupils shrank in fear. He raised his voice and continued to chant. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursio infernalis adversii omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Myra was obviously struggling internally but she continued forward, trying to approach the pastor. Pastor Angelo’s heart pounded but he did not stop chanting.