Heretic The Originals Novels & Stories

“You don’t get it—he’s not acting alone. He’s pulling people in, dangerous people. If you don’t listen, you’re both screwed.” My pulse stuttered. Not alone. Barry had always been terrifying enough by himself. The thought of him with allies—of his reach growing—made bile rise in my throat. Dante’s voice was ice. “And why should I believe a damn word out of your mouth?” “Because I used to run with him,” the stranger said, words tumbling faster now. “And I got out before he burned me, too. He doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t forget. You think you’ve seen what he can do? You haven’t.”

Anything I can afford to give you in return for what you did to me? "Simple, live a happy life. That's all I wanted." "Can you show me your face? I wanted to see what my hero looks like." "I'm afraid you will hate me when you see my face." "And why is that because I know who you are?" "Angel, I... " It's okay." I distanced myself from him and held his hand. "I think this looks familiar." I grinned at him, brushing my thumb on the smiley tattoo on his hand.

He knew with their anger, they’d do a lot of damage while he went after Jarvis. He wouldn’t let him live a happy life. He’d die happily knowing well that everyone would perish. “He’s living in peace and he’s even in the army! He’s a trusted warrior now! He betrayed us! He gathered us and made us ready to fight only to give us to the moonlight pack! He got us killed! He’s a selfish bastard who used all of us!” Derek thundered and they began howling with anger, pissed that it was nothing but the truth.

“Do not starve for clandestine or tainted perceptions. They are derived from pure violence to provide you eternal solace. Believe in my command and Sacred Times.” Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Tristan finished the verse, explaining why the relics were supposed to be trapped. They are evil and must not come to life. Hizerl is the proof of it. Why should one never try to own them is clear now. “What… are you guys?” Huzefa asked at their smooth quotation, not only in terms of power but by knowledge too. “I doubt you have heard the name Tademono.” Tabit shrugged, doubting they would know.

He still remembered the woman's cold dead face vividly, those cold eyes still haunted him even now. If the visions were turning out to be true, did it mean this woman before him would die by his hands? No. There was no way he could possibly kill her, he had to bevmistaken about everything, the only plausible explanation was that it was all a mere coincidence. And Herak? Herak and Zeralph were regarded as the first creatures borne from the stars. They were gods . Respectively regarded as the lord of darkness and the lord of day, Both worshipped predominantly in most areas in the seven seas.

I’m not letting him get away again , I can’t. I joined the heretics to protect humans and supernatural alike. Yet it seems no matter what I do , no matter how hard I try we are teetering on the edge of a war. The underworld hide from the humans out of fear of being hunted and executed. Yet there are some supernaturals who want this war. Want the humans to find out about us and try to exterminate as. This gives them a reason , an excuse for the bloodshed and murder of humans without fear of punishment. That’s why the heretics exist to keep the peace between supernaturals and humans so this war never takes place. We punish , we kill , we mind wipe. We keep the peace by any means necessary. The

The old hermit was left stunned, his mouth agape. It took a while for the old hermit to compose himself, and his face flushed red with shame. In truth, the old hermit was a level-nine Battle Warrior. He was originally a powerful warrior of Exasword City but had retired due to old age. Though he had heard of Adrian and his illustrious achievements, he hadn't taken Adrian seriously, believing him to be just a young junior. How formidable could a youngster possibly be? Now, witnessing Adrian's abilities, the old hermit realized how laughably wrong and misguided his previous thoughts were. He was so embarrassed he wished he could dig a hole and hide in it.

"Are you kidding? Okay, let me put it this way. Night Walkers and Ruby Tears are known as the children of the Six Originals, but Livia is their protégé, a born leader." Originals? There's that name again. Livia mentioned them: Adrian, Alicia, the councilman, and Malakai. "I constantly keep hearing you guys mentioning the Originals. Who are they?" They looked back and forth before Alaric soughed, "Out of respect, we can't tell you in detail. But the Originals are the founders of Hidden City with high connects." "So they are super wealthy people that create worlds in their spare time?" Jack joked.

Their eyes glowed white, and they wore white cloaks with bright blue designs all around. “Who are you? And why do you look like us?” Angela asked. “Why, we are the original Heralds. You know, the ones who gave up their immortality so that you could be born. My name is Judicialis, and these are my fellow Heralds, Fata and Veritas.” The one who looked like Marie spoke. “Wait, so you guys had the same face as us? I thought you guys were men,” Valerie asked, her brows furrowing.

Then Veyra whispered, "He called me Heretic. Before he attacked." Zarek's expression darkened. "That's what they call the white wolves in their ancient texts," he said. "To them, you're a mistake that should've died generations ago. A threat to the old order." She sat up slowly, wincing. "He wasn't surprised to see me. He knew who I was." Zarek's jaw tightened. "Then they know more than we thought." And still... someone had helped him. Veyra wrapped the cloak tighter around her. Her skin burned where the blade had touched her—like the poison was still there, eating through her veins.