Novelas y relatos de Inquisitors

He wondered how perfect a criminal can be, in covering his tracks. Since his boss, John Wayne, called him to his office seven months ago, and gave him a team of five special agents to investigate and indict Edwin Wolfgang the chairman of Edwin Loans. Ever since he had been investigating, he had not gotten a single clue that can help him lay a glove on Wolfgang.

A blacksmith who had forged weapons for the Silverhand during the civil war, a merchant who had helped Margaret distribute the plague-ridden wine, a maid who had been paid to set fire to the Einherjar's mansion, and others whose past work had contributed to the safety and operations of the Pentalium. Julie covered her mouth in horror. She had never seen so many people drenched in their blood. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized that if William had not helped Harold, he might have been standing among them, mistaken for a supporter of the Pentalium. The Inquisitor stepped forward to address the jury. He openly admitted to being a brutal man. The Inquisitor acknowledged raiding homes, c

Willie cursed excitedly when he saw the six criminals. The others widened their eyes and stared at the big screen in shock, unable to believe what they were seeing. Ross frowned and kept saying, “How did he do it?” “Do you think it’s possible?” Monica glanced at Ross. “What do you mean?” “The Death Inquisitor is not a person but a team.” Ross thought for a moment and said, “Didn’t we discuss this problem in our group before? There was no result from the discussion. Do you have any ideas?”

Ma'am Benita looked at her, smiling again. " I know you have questions dear and I am going to honestly answer all your questions. Firstly you were brought in here three days ago by our boss, the leader of the most dangerous Mafia in Italy they are called the Red Dragons. I don't mean to scare you though" She said and the smile on her face vanished. The name kept on ringing bells in her head, never had she thought that she will end up in the house of the Red Dragons, her father's greatest enemy. " You were left to die after, we found out that you were bleeding internally but I saved you" Ma'am Benita continued.

I nodded painfully. "Then, you are in the best position to take up this case. I want you to get to the bottom of this". He said. "Sir. This is wrong". Jason protested. "She is the deceased friend which makes her unqualified for the case". "She is qualified Jason". The chief butts in immediately preventing him from talking further. The Alpha scoffed loudly, obviously enraged by his intrusion. "Are you trying to drag words with me?" "No Alpha". He said and bowed to him, unable to look him in the eye.

Plainly put, the recruitment of spirit masters is divided into two groups: Recruitment of Victors, and Recruitment of Losers. I'll begin with losers. Any person who manages to stay alive after losing his mission will be approached by two cardinals of the spirit hall. They may get late, but they will show up eventually. With them is a bell-shaped essence tool that acts as a lie detector. Under this pressure, they inquire about the loser's origin. If this spirit master is recorded in the bounties of the Spirit Hall, he or she will be killed without questions. If not, this spirit master will be forced to join the spirit hall, or in refusal, die. This forceful demeanor changes once an individual

Now, however, he actually smiled at me. "Oh, you. Why didn't you show us the evidence to prove your innocence if you had it?" he asked. "Now that we've gotten to the bottom of this, how about you delete your post on the forum?" I spread my hands. "I'll delete it once the college announces I'm innocent." "Of course, of course." He straightened up and snapped at Summer and Jean, "You two are expelled for using contraband electrical appliances. Come with me to get the procedures done."

Not looters then; they'd be quieter, more furtive. "...told you there's nothing left," one voice said. "They picked it clean weeks ago." "Orders are orders," another replied. "Check everything again. The Grand Inquisitor wants to be certain." Inquisitors. Come to verify their destruction was absolute. Kaelen considered his options. The sensible choice was to hide, wait for them to leave. But sensible choices had gotten his family killed while he played the obedient knight. He emerged from the cellar silent as shadow, knife ready. Three men in the great hall, wearing the white tunics of junior inquisitors. Young, probably on thei

The doors hissed open, and five figures stepped out, dressed in the sterile, white-and-silver robes of the High Inquisitors. They didn't carry weapons. They carried Sovereign-Cuffs—devices designed to lock onto a frequency and drain it until the host was a hollow shell. "CEO Vane," the Lead Inquisitor said, his voice amplified by a neural-link. "You have caused a significant disruption in the Global Revenue Stream. The 'Zero-Point' event has cost the Board trillions in lost mercury-credits." "I don't care about your credits," I said, stepping to the edge of the helipad.

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.