Novel & Cerita Novel Bishop Arts

“We stick to the original plan.” Several heads nodded. “Bishop wants a war.” “We don’t give him the one he’s expecting.” I walked over to the map spread across the workbench and planted both hands against the steel surface. “We’re not hitting his clubhouse.” “We’re not chasing his men through Greystone.” I looked around the room. “We hit his money.” “Bishop owns half the businesses keeping his operation alive. Garages, warehouses, gambling rooms, storage buildings, transportation routes, repair shops.”

Bishop then stepped forward and stood before them, an arrogant smirk on his face. "People of Ashidore," He said out loud. "I do not need to explain much to you. A new era begins today, with a new Alpha King. Whoever stands or tries to rebel against me will meet a torturous death. The rules and laws of Ashidore changes today, starting with a new Supreme Alpha." He paused and turning towards Henry, he smashed the chains around his wrists with his claws. "Step forward." He ordered. Henry didn't move. His entire body screamed at him to attack Bishop and wipe the stupid smirk off his face. But he hesitated. With so many shifters around, Bishop could use the dragons to harm them. He didn't want to

The shelves formed narrow rows, leaving only a tiny path to the back. “It looks like a library,” I muttered, impressed. “Elder Bishop is quite peculiar. He likes to hide,” Elijah whispered. Elijah held my hand as we walked through the narrow path between the shelves—it felt like we were in a maze. It wasn’t long before we found Bishop sitting on an old brown velvet sofa, lost in a book. Next to the couch was a desk with more stacks of books. It felt a little claustrophobic. Bishop quickly put down the book, stood up, and bowed respectfully to us.

This has to end now. “Stop this,” I murmur. “But I’m not finished.” Her tone turns playful, almost affectionate. “There was the bishop in Paris. I made him lie back in the sacristy when he should have been preparing the bread and wine. I sat on his face, and he licked me like a man dying of thirst. He came in his own robes without even touching himself. After that, he begged for me every evening. His holy beard stayed damp with me for days.”

“You used to like when people begged. I assume that habit stuck.” “Maybe you should beg now,” Kain said, voice low and sharp. Bishop smiled faintly. “I don’t beg for ghosts.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Bishop began to eat with deliberate grace, every movement a show of dominance wrapped in manners. Kain didn't touch his food. He just watched, his jaw twitching every time Bishop looked at Luca. When Bishop finally spoke again, it was quiet, almost intimate. “You think you’ve won, don’t you? That little empire you carved out, all blood and fear, you think that makes you free.”

I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”

“He barely escaped with his life. She went wild on him and everyone around him. The king had a dark sorcerer Thats healed him through the power of something old. Something that gave him a name to stand out. The Bishop. This man created armies, hunted down the golden wolf. Honestly, there was barely any man left in his army after he got the wolf. He took her to the cave and gave her as an offering to his deity. But something went wrong. This girl, barely, in her twenties, had given birth. She was a mother. One who hid her child from shame. So with the fury of a mother, she gave up her last essence in one blast, destroying the deity and the man. “But in that last blast, there was a bond. A cov

I forced my eyes away from him, then I sighed, shifting a little bit away from him to create some distance between us at least. “What do you want to say to me?” He asked, still acting normal. I shook my head sharply to get rid of the ugly thoughts in my head, then I exhaled and adjusted myself on the bed, “Umm…Dom, I just wanted to know, why is Bishop treating me this way? One minute he's harsh, terribly harshly, and the next he's…kind. I don't understand.” I mumbled confusingly. Dom twisted his lips into a gentle smirk, then he looked away as if he was searching for answers and choosing his words carefully.

He said and the bishop nodded "Time's running out." The bishop extended his arms forward and pages from his waist bible flushed out like thrown leaflets, immediately they rushed out, they enlarged into thin and long leathery threads that aimed instantly at the walls trying to constrict them but a reaction caught them astound. As the holy threads got closer, they vaporized into ashes, ashes that gained invisibility after decomposition. The immediate attack triggered the bishop off symmetry and he staggered backward, his magic was tactless against the walls. Clancy was attentive of that and he winced in pain while not in pain, he just felt pity for the bishop.

Switching back to the time of her imprisonment inside JK subconsciousness, and right into the ticking time when, “THE piece of the King, and the aid of the Bishop.” She whispers, smiling widely and sinisterly while looking at the words and information that she got after seeing and hearing the contents of the book of Death Reincarnate through JK’s eyes and ears. With the names and characteristic that perfectly suited on the first two roles that she will have and soon enough to be her little dolls and pieces of her own chess game against those two. She then reads the profile of the character that she wanted to be the other Bishop. “Aaron John Cervantes?”