Inquisitor Cod Skin Novels & Stories

But as she reached out to him, a new shadow emerged from the center of the bleeding moon. It wasn't a claw. It was a man. He looked like Silas, but his eyes were pure, liquid silver, and his skin was made of the same bone-white metal as the Inquisitors’ armor. He carried a spear that glowed with a light that made the North seem like a memory. "The First Mate," Fenris whispered, his gold eyes wide with terror. "The one who was never rejected. The one who stayed by the Goddess’s side while the world turned to ash."

’ The man named Albert answered walking towards the young Emperor. ‘Were you there, Albert?’ Hadrian asked. ‘Yes, and they were definitely not French. This is confidential information that I must tell His Majesty in secret.’ Albert answered as Hadrian nodded in agreement. ‘I see,’ Hadrian answered. ‘Alright, come with me Albert.’ ‘I’d say it was a modified uniform of Duchess’ Alexia’s men, that’s why the informant can’t tell whether they’re French or Ottoman.’ Albert said as soon as Anton closed the door of Hadrian’s office. ‘There’s a big difference, but I know it was hers for sure.’

John pretended to be Berg's assistant and helped them carry the oil. They followed instructions and arrived at the war room, where all the Blades and the Inquisitor were in the middle of their discussion. In the middle of the long table where the villains planned and strategized the upcoming battle, the Inquisitor can be seen wearing armor akin to his Blades and a mask of anger and anguish to spread fear to his enemies on the battlefield. Besides him is his weapon cache. Behind the weapon cache was the center pillar holding the room together. And beside the structure was a weakened Ingrid bound to it.

He pushed through the men as he came out into view. Standing taller than the others and with caped armor was Skarr, leader of the inquisition. On his face was a jagged scar that ran down the right of his cheek, splitting his lip and vanishing into his chin. He was here for my blood. I stood naked on the shattered steps of the altar. My skin was searing red with runes that ran down my body like veins. They glowed with each thud of my heart. My breath fogged in the chill air and my hands shook—not with fear, but with restrained hell that stirred within me, waiting to be unleashed.