Inquisitors Novels & Stories

William's sister Paula states. "You all are getting old." William scoffs softly offended, making Darius amused. "We need to see the world through fresh eyes, but you will guide and help them whatever way you can. There will be a ranking, Shawn read this now." She handed her butler the paper, he cleared his throat before reading. "Olivia is first on the rank, Trinity second, Thomas third, Paul fourth, Zavana fifth and Amoy sixth." "Amoya is on the list and Nick isn't?! This is preposterous!" Lin exclaimed.

She ruined the project, shutting her up was their best bet. Stanley Edwards discovered as one executioner. Gary Bates, the detective of Justice Complex, discovered as Scarface. And last but not least, Mayor, Lucas Woods discovered as Blind Man. These three men engaged in Druid Hills Headquarters conspiracy. As to realize half of the Justice Complex police department, some elected officials of Atlanta, Georgia turned out to be criminals engaging in unlawful actions harvesting organ. Therefore, Druid Hills Headquarters continued murdering elected officials in cold blood.

“The Grand Inquisitor will see you now.” Receiving the go-ahead from the guards, the messenger barged into the tent and prostrated on a carpet at the feet of an elderly priest who was sitting in a chair garbed in white raiment laden with holy Latin inscriptions. This figure of nobility ordained by God was Ezeus Teppesh, otherwise, known as the Grand Inquisitor, progenitor of the Astasia Inquisition. Caressing his rosary crafted from blessed silver, he aimed his commanding eyes at the messenger and told him, “Out with it.”

He could only watch it happen to him. "Swoosh!" A sound came off across his view. Suddenly, a dart swifted through the side of the inquisitor's face and braced the surface of the region just below his eyes, leaving a scarred incision. His senses seemed to have been so keen to avoid it as his gaze turned to where it originated from, while clearing the petite blood that flowed down the scar. "You just never quit, do you? I had thought you would be wise and..." The inquisitor said as he turned and received the belittling remark from a shady presence, whom judging by the proportional bust to her figure, had been a woman.

“Though I’m not sure he knows the difference.” She studied him for a moment, then gestured to the window seat. “Then protect me from boredom. Sit.” He hesitated. “That wouldn’t be proper.” “Proper has never saved anyone in this place.” Something like amusement flickered across his face. He sat, still keeping a soldier’s posture. His eyes swept the garden below, where frost still lingered on the fountain despite the morning sun. “They say the Inquisitor will question every witness to the frost,” he said quietly. “Servants, guards, even members of the court.”

“They’re closing the circle!” He caught her, pulling her against his chest, his fire flaring to cut through the tightening web of blue light. The air burned, sparks flying as the spell recoiled—but it only drew more attention. Across the ravine, shadowed figures emerged—six, maybe seven, their faces hidden behind bone masks etched with red sigils. The Inquisitors. Kael’s voice dropped to a growl. “Keep moving. Don’t look back.”

There was no logical way he could know the patrol’s exact trajectory unless someone inside our inner circle was feeding him intel… or unless his network was far more terrifyingly connected than Aiden anticipated. "Who are you?" I demanded, the baritone cracking completely under the weight of my panic. "What do you want?" The stranger smiled, a slow, chilling curve of his lips. "Let us introduce ourselves properly, then. My name is Maeve. I am a deep-cover Inquisitor for the High Council, specifically assigned to hunt down the hidden, rogue, and banished bloodlines that threaten the sanctity of the wolves ecosystem." He paused, his icy gaze drifting down to the silver-tinted mirror on the wal

looked suddenly, painfully mortal. "See how the 'Goddess' falls," the Inquisitors chanted. They began to advance, their silver robes shimmering with a cold, artificial light. "The South has harbored a cancer. We are here to excise it." Elara looked at Malachi, then at the dying grass beneath her feet. The fear started to rise, but then she remembered what Malachi had told her in the courtyard: Stop reaching for the wind outside. Find the spark inside.

I hope you enjoy and continue reading my first ever written story. This story is a fiction mixed with mystery and thriller. You will also find romance and action here. Author's Whisper: If you have any guess or idea about the culprit's identity, drop it in the comment section below and I'll go investigate him/her right away. CHAR😸😘 Yours truly, Kidmingur Glossary ⚜ Serdents- the inscription and name given to the members of Serobia ⚜ Grevho - elderly people task to maintain balance and order in the organization

Its been fifteen years and surely investigators have probably met walls. The next day, William his assistant came to his office already aware of the news of having a new member of the team. “He seemed very nice, really nice , I think.,” said William, trying to make Ian fell better. “More than nice I think. Remember the name is Hesus” Ian said not amused. “Listen to this, Ian. The case you wanted me to find” raising a folder. “yes”?