Novel & Cerita Heretic The Originals

he said, voice steady and deep, “but bear the stench of Hell.” My stomach twisted. “The Devil is clever. He hides in good works. He sends agents who heal the body—while rotting the soul.” I felt eyes on us. Dozens. Cold. Quiet. Judging. Gregor’s gaze swept the chapel. He paused on me. Just long enough. “And when a man forgets humility,” he continued, “when he exalts himself above God's order—what is he then, but a heretic?” It hit like a stone.

According to Malik, Beherit is a storm demon who Rainn and Liam had a kill order on his second in command and brother Apollyon. He said that after they killed him Beherit went crazy and has been plotting his revenge ever since. They knew who he meant immediately, and we have been training hard every day since. Three days ago, we had a visit from Jamison, who is the weapons specialist for the Vindicta. Rainn thought it would be a good idea for me to choose my specialty weapon. He told me to choose wisely and that I would know when I held it.

“Don’t waste your remaining energy anymore, I just wanted to inteoduce myself before you’ll be gone...forever.” Gone? Is it really the end for me? What about my family? Lili? My old life? “Parris.” he said. “Remember it, our priestess.” I can feel his sharp claws dug my skin and I can see his fangs are starting to show and ready to bite me off. Tears are slowly streaming down my face and that’s all I can do because i can’t feelmg body anymore. It’s like my whole being just accepted the face that i will be gone forever without even answering my questions. I’m starting to lose concuousness and before I could close my eyes, I saw another figure behind Parris with its’s claws ready to attack, th

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.

And it was a terrible meeting we both had in the first place. Noah Moore, my first and last rival, gave me a disastrous first impression that I hated him from the beginning. He was not only my enemy but my whole family is a rival for generations after generations. In fact, I studied business just to hold the position of my father to beat them. We never had any good memories rather it was full of violence and blood. Sometimes he tried to kill me but because of my defence skills I somehow managed to escape. He even tried killing my parents but I was a barrier for him that he could never be near us.

My uncle didn't have power when he was in control but after his death, he got them all; power, wealth and even his asshole was enlarged not literally. I've been trying to find the infamous hitman so that I can end him for good but it was impossible until he killed one of my friends. He ended the life of the third best weapons' dealer, Jeremy, and unknowingly grabbed my attention. If he hadn't made that kill, I would've never found out where he was or who he was. Alessio Romano. Jeremy was the one who would supply me with the weapons I needed. When he died, I hacked into his mansion's footage and saw how he was killed by the Alessio who carelessly revealed that he was The Shadow., his code n

So, I made my way to the underground dungeon, hoping that they would let me see Hera by showing this token. Unfortunately, I bumped into the lycan king along the way. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, “Don’t you think you are a day too late to attend the celebratory feast?” “I apologize for not attending the feast, your highness,” I said with a low bow. “I will accept any punishment you decide, but….” “But?” “Can you please let me meet the wereheretic?” His expression turned cold and his words took on a frosty edge, “Why do you want to meet her?”

Gera nodded and allowed Thaelen to lay them both down on their sides, tucked into each other, sharing what little body warmth they had between them. “I am a heretic,” Gera whispered, his words slurred by the edge of sleep. “A heretic,” Thaelen repeated without opening his eyes. “I refuse to follow the One God.” “And that makes you a heretic?” “It does.” “And this is what happens to heretics?” “No,” Gera shook his head with a sigh. “This is just the beginning of what happens to heretics.” Thaelen’s clothes began to dry, aided by the heat of Gera’s infection-fever, and with the comfort of the human’s heartbeat beneath the palm of his hand Thaelen drifted into sleep, waking into morning’s light

Her necklace was made of diamonds as were her earrings, her lips were a dark red that seemingly made her outfit perfect. “Thank you, you’ve eaten already, right?” He nodded, staring into her dark brown eyes that were lighter from the sun gazing into them. “We should get going then. Dad, Xavier we’re leaving!” She shouted, the two came from the kitchen immediately pulling her into a hug, catching her off guard. “Have fun, but not too much fun,” Xavier whispered, pulling back before turning to Darius. “Take care of her.” He whispered low enough for only William to hear as his eyes said the same thing.

My face darkened when the memory of my past life flashed across my mind. "As you know, a lot of girls were running behind me only for my status. They all need my money, they need a reputation in society so that they can afford a wealthy life and they used my name saying I was theirs. But the only fact is I am not theirs. I'm For Her. For her only." I shut my eyes for a while. "She made me alive when I thought I was dead for the world. She brought a new life inside me. Did you know what I did when I was told I lost my memory?" Truth to be told it was not pleasant to reminisce at all.