Inquisitors Novels & Stories

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

“They wanted you to know. This isn’t a warning. It’s a declaration.” Victoriano grunted. “Or a threat.” “Both,” I corrected. “They want me engaged. They want me to play.” Vincentius was already on his phone, tapping out commands. “I’ll have our team run a trace. You might’ve missed something.” I bristled. “I didn’t miss anything.” His gaze met mine, unwavering. “I know. But we need confirmation. We don’t act on half-truths.” That was Vincentius—cold, logical, always three steps ahead. People trusted him because he always had a plan. Victoriano was chaos wrapped in charm. Impulsive, unpredictable, a wildcard.

She took a deep breath, the air tasting of frost and ozone, and stepped out from the shadows. "Twelve hours," she reminded herself. "One sunrise. Or one graveyard." "Sofia Quispe!" a voice boomed across the plaza—not Zilo’s, but a voice of cold, feminine authority. Sofia froze. Standing at the entrance of the Sanctuary was not a vampire guard, but a tall, shimmering figure wrapped in robes of white frost. An Inquisitor of the High Court. "The Queen has grown weary of your games, Abomination," the Inquisitor said, raising a staff made of jagged ice. "The Decree is no longer a hunt. It is an execution."

"Now, let me in. Balance the fire with the steel." As Nathaniel connected, my mind expanded. I could feel the entire fortress. I could feel Damon’s rage at the door, Vincent’s cold focus in the shadows, and the overwhelming hunger of the creatures outside. But then, a new presence entered the hall. The air turned freezing. The fighting stopped as a figure in crimson robes stepped through the shattered doors. He was tall, skeletal, with eyes that were nothing but empty white sockets. The High Inquisitor. "Emma Belle," his voice hissed, echoing through the hall like a thousand snakes. "The Moon’s mistake. Your existence is an insult to the hierarchy. Die like the defect you are."

Past storage rooms and empty offices. Maya was completely silent. Too silent. The kind of quiet that meant she was processing trauma instead of just being scared. "We're almost there," Marcus said. "Just around this corner and—" He stopped. A figure stood at the end of the hallway. Gray robes. Silver insignia. Eyes that looked more dead than alive. An Inquisitor. And he wasn't alone. Four more appeared from side corridors. Surrounding them. Marcus shifted immediately, putting himself between Elena and them.

While the children settled into the stone-carved villas of the Sanctuary, a new threat was coalescing ten thousand miles away. In a high-rise in Zurich, a man sat in a room bathed in candlelight. He didn't use computers; he didn't trust them. He used shadows. His name was Silas Vane—the man Hecate had called "The Vulture." He was the Council’s Chief Inquisitor, a man whose lineage predated the Robinson experiments by centuries. He didn't need DNA to be a monster; he was born one.

"Not just as soldiers who died for a pack, but as the first martyrs of the Eclipse." Silas nodded, his amber eyes softening as they swept over my face, searching for the girl he knew beneath the glow of the Shadow Queen. "The pyres are being built. But there is something else. The Inquisitor... he left a message behind." He led me down from the bridge and into the center of the battlefield's carnage. The Northern wolves were already scavenging, dragging the broken brass remains of the Sun-Cannons toward the mountain smithy. In the center of the field, stuck upright in the frozen mud like a twisted grave marker, was the High Inquisitor’s staff.

"I know. And I’m sorry. But this… this connection we have? It’s dangerous. We’re in Oakhaven now. The city is crawling with eyes." "And ears," Vane added, his hand dropping to the pommel of his sword. "Especially with the news that just drifted in from the eastern gates. A new Inquisitor has arrived. They’re calling him 'The Silencer.' Word is, he doesn't hunt with a pack. He hunts with a ledger. He tracks debt, favors, and history." Aiden felt a cold shiver that had nothing to do with his condition. "A Inquisitor? In a backwater like Oakhaven?"

Her yearning eyes caught the view of the ring presiding over her finger, flaunting with pride— just like her. “What are you gonna do, Chris?” She asked when she saw him pulling out his silver Kingsley ballpoint pen. He smirked before looking at her face, into her eyes. “I think liars deserve punishment, right?” He asked her, earning a small nod from her as she thought he was talking about Hazel. She did not even get a proper time to nod when he pushed the body of the pen between her fingers and applied force, earning a painful screech from her. Rebecca— upon hearing that voice, ran towards the table only to get stopped by his command. She gulped hard, not saying anything. He looked angry, no

Ira stumbled back and almost fell, but the girl was supported by the strong hand of her tall companion. - I wonder what the adherents of the Inquisition are looking for here? – Felix later shared his bewilderment, tightening the girth of the road saddle. The hawk puffed out his belly with displeasure, but the knight hardly paid any attention to this dirty trick, being busy with his own thoughts. -What kind of Inquisition is this? – Ira asked interestedly. The strange sensations left her, leaving behind a slight fatigue. - The Inquisition is an organization of priests, monks and believing knights that fights the machinations of Darkness on our land. Well, all sorts of demons, witches and vamp