Inquisitors Novels & Stories

A surge of something ancient and violent tore through him as the blade twisted. The omega’s form shimmered, skin rippling,Bone's shifting. Eyes changing from dull brown to something sharp and inhuman. A smile curved her lips. “Verdict delivered,” she whispered. Samuel’s eyes widened. Shape shifts. Not just that,” she said softly. Recognition hit him like a second wound. That voice. That presence. Cold, Judging, Unforgiving. Inquisitor,” Samuel breathed. Her smile widened. “Sent by someone who still believes you can be corrected. The High Inquisitor.

Here, Kael was no longer the Alpha of a territory; he was merely a wolf standing before his judges. Waiting for them were the High Inquisitors. They were three figures cloaked in robes of unspun white wool, their faces hidden by masks carved from the bone of Great Alphas. Behind them stood a sea of warriors—the combined strength of the Shadow-Stream, Stone-Back, and Iron-Claw packs. Thousands of eyes tracked the small, battered group as they came to a halt in the center of the ring. "Kael Nightfang," the central Inquisitor spoke. The voice was neither male nor female, but a rasping echo that seemed to vibrate within the stones themselves. "You have crossed the

Alexander tells him to watch my son, and Scott looks pleased at the level of trust he’s being shown. I smile, but my lips turn down as we leave my house and head for the trial’s grim business ahead. I’ve never actually met an Inquisitor before. They train at the Citadel; I know that much. They study the occult and are often used to debunk reports of supernatural events. They also study magic but do not practice it, and they specialize in discerning when and where magic has been used and to what purpose.

He was a pillar of ice beside me, his tailored charcoal suited a sharp contrast to the raw, primal energy radiating from the crowd. "Don't look at them, Elena," Silas’s voice echoed in the back of my mind, a low, vibrating hum that made my Mark tingle. "Look at the dais. They want to see you flinch. Don't give them satisfaction." At the end of the hall, seated on a throne of jagged black stone, was a man who made Silas look like a choir boy. He was ancient, his skin like weathered leather, and his hair a shocking shock of silver. This was the High Inquisitor, Malakai. Beside him stood Beatrix, Silas’s mother. She didn't look at me; she looked at the Mark on my neck with pure disgust.

Few escape the snooping suspicious intentions of the Inquisitors, not even members of their own cursed class. Inquisitors are dangerous individuals whose mere words can provoke mass hysteria among the inhabitants of a town and foster anxiety which results in riots and causes an otherwise peaceful crowd to scream for blood. Anyone who is slightly different can end up dead; hanged, burned on the pyre, beheaded, dismembered or if possible drowned in a river. All this because of people's fear of what they do not understand. I hate them all with a burning black passion, but the worst of all was Felix Crissinger, I'm sure he was a dem

I am not the chosen executioner of the nature, I just paved my way hard enough to reach this position and claim the victory as mine. We are almost there, though. Almost there, we only need to find the Erebus hidden warriors and own every pack that turn their allegiance to Alpha Vladmir and when that happen, every damn pack will show their submission to us. To the Tri-Alpha. We’re almost there and I won’t let him, not even my own brother makes me stop from reaching that victor. I am Alpha King Lucas Haze, the executioner of the Tri-Alpha and no one can stop me from reigning. No one. No one.

Inquisitors were the highest ranking officials in the Sentinel program, maybe aside from someone like Richard who isn't exactly a sentinel but has the jurisdiction to give orders to them due to his royal badge as Guard to the queen and also he has a reputation and enough royal accolades to equal an inquisitor without even being Melissa's bodyguard. Without anomalies like that only regional heads and the royal can truly order an inquisitor on genuine grounds. If the inquisitor finds their orders suspecting, they can ignore the orders on even grounds. Though their name might make them seem like mere interrogators, they are actually the kingdom's auditors. They i

"How long were you there? And how did you even get in?" He tilts his head slightly. "This is new. A staff interrogating me." Realising my mistake, I slap a hand over my mouth. "I—Forgive me, sir. I'll be on my way. I promise never to come in here again, and I never saw anyone." I quickly pull my veil over my hair, ready to leave. "Wait. Stay." I shake my head. "I can't, sir. My sister will get into trouble." "I'm Kendrick—at least, that's what I'm told. And no, she won't." He pauses. "It's good to see someone other than my doctor, father, mother, Liam, and Jeffery."

"Do not waste it." We rounded the corner to the servants' quarters, the secret way to the garage. But we did not find safety. We found a wall of red silk. The High Inquisitor stood there. He was blocking the narrow passage. He did not look like a warrior. He looked like a dried-up old bird wrapped in crimson robes. But the power radiating off him made the air smell like ozone and sulfur. Behind him stood Silas Frost and two warriors with eyes sewn shut. "Going somewhere, little wolf?" the Inquisitor asked. His voice was dry, scratching against the silence.

they saw it. ​The Grand-Inquisitors were not machines, and they were not wolves. They were the Architects' "Original-Prints"—biological prototypes that predated the "Simplification." They stood fifteen feet tall, their bodies composed of a shifting, iridescent muscle-tissue that looked like raw silk woven with silver wire. They had no faces, only a single, vertical slit in their chests that emitted a low, humongous violet light. They didn't walk; they "Glided" across the frozen ground, the snow beneath them instantly sublimating into a fine, purple mist. ​“They’re 'Reading' us,” Killian whispered, his shadow-form expanding until he was a towering pillar of abs