Heretic The Originals Novels & Stories

Charon bowed and left the throne room. The palace grounds and the surrounding fields were called Erebus. This was the deepest part of the Underworld. No birds flew there, but the sounds of wings could be heard from the three fearsome creatures who had just returned. These were Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megaera, the Furies, the Eumenides, or the Kindly Ones. They were hags, with snarky hair, red-hot eyes, and yellow sharp teeth. They slashed through the air over Erebus Field towards Hades' palace. They carried with them metal-studded whips. If they found a victim, they would whip the flesh from his bones. Their normal task was to visit the earth and punish evil-doers, but this time, it was of a

Charlie grabbed my arm, trying to stop me. Raine lunged at me, nails aimed for my face. "What right do you have to speak?! Once I'm vice president, the first person I'm firing is you!" Emmanuel hesitated, his grip tightening on his speech notes. Then he spoke. "Go ahead." I reached into my bag and pulled out a copy of a DNA test. "This compares Raine and Mr. Moore—and one for me and Mr. Moore. Feel free to pass it around. They're not father and daughter."

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

Kevin who was silent for while, look at Ryan and asked in confusion, “then are the heretics and devil worshippers cooperating now?” The rest of the team was silent as cold air brushes though their skin. Ryan who haven’t said anything have finally spoken up, “It’s not confirm if that corpse was really the heretic from the watch list, but if ever he was then the one who defeated him is probably a monster.” he said in calm voice while looking at his Captain who haven’t said a word. Rashiel who was staring at the mask, look up on the moon and bitterly smiled. “If he was really the heretic on the watch list, if we weren’t late and have come here. We would probably dead by now just by the sealed a

“Who the fuck are you? And how do you know about what happened to Mazelina?” “My apologies.” He bows and then straightens, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the presence of people who do not know me, especially wolves.” He winks, “I am Theron, I am the first son of the Original Seven White Wolves, born from the Moon Goddess Artemis.” He bows again and gestures to the next man, “This is my brother, 3rd born Mattias, 4th born Lorcan, 5th born Cordelia and 7th born Dorian. These two men are Skoll, and Loki and this young woman is Freki.” “Vampires?” I ask.

Marcus and the Ares team had already secured the perimeter, their tactical lights cutting through the fog like the eyes of prowling predators. In the center of the jagged foundation, a woman sat in a lone, high-backed chair that had been brought specifically for this occasion. Leticia Valerius looked perfectly composed, her silver hair shimmering under the moonlight. She wasn't tied down. She didn't need to be. She knew that running was a peasant’s game, and she was the queen of this nightmare. "You always had a flair for the dramatic, Lucian," Leticia said, her voice carrying over the roar of the waves crashing hundreds of feet below. "Bringing me back to the site of your greatest failure.

she responded in a shaky tone. Hector glared at her, his voice sharp as a blade. “This marriage has been a mistake from the start. You’re ruining what could have been a perfect relationship by holding on to River.” Brooke’s head snapped up, stunned by his words. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “Harper and River are made for each other”, he continued, his tone filled with conviction. “It was always meant to be them. And you, Brooke, now that my daughter is back, please do not stand in the way of their love story.”

Remaining calm the hours it took to walk to The Netherlands, the mare suddenly began to shy violently when the castle came into view. “What’s wrong with the bloody animal?” Barnabus shouted. I don’t know. Zier eyed her askance. She’s crazed. Snorting heavily, she stared wide-eyed at the towering gray stone structure. Huffing in malcontent. Zier stepped from Heretic’s way, knowing Heretic would act on his training. He knows how to keep her strung. Heretic was a war horse to the core. Already sensing her dissension, he sidled sideways to pull the ropes taut, as she resisted being led.

I didn’t know how to control my inner rage at his casualness, but it set my teeth on edge. “Nothing wrong with being cautious,” I said. “Heard one of your boys got killed,” Fred chuckled. “Left right on your doorstep.” “Yeah,” I said, missing his amusement. “I knew Harrison for a long time. He was a good guy.” “Good guys don’t exist in our business, kid. You know that.” “My father is a good guy.” Fred laughed at that, and so did Mordechai. He didn’t even stop when I shot him a look. He had no mercy on me.

DAMIAN POV “But it wasn't always like this, right, Damian?” my brother returns, alluding to that time when he was a heartthrob, I rejected many girls, but I feel like he talks about something else. “We weren't talking about me, but about you, the feared Bastian.” “The first heretic.” I frown. “Are you a heretic?” I questioned. “You were going to be too,” he confesses, “But I was the only one who survived, and that makes me the most powerful.”