Reverend Insanity Webnovel Novels & Stories

the Reverend added after a moment of reflection. "So, it was all a warning. Then how's that? I can't get it. How would the killer execute his plans?" Reign inquired with confusion. Even I was confused as well. I have this feeling that the bible passage had nothing to do with the case at hand. "So far, I can't think of a connection of the passage to the murder that will happen. But I have to say I am fascinated with the idea. It's like the Da Vinci Code," the Reverend replied with a small smile on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes were showing.

“It is why you are here, is it not?” When Narvi had addressed the man, Sethlzaar hadn’t been giving the events much attention, his mind having been riddled with thoughts of how he could convince the Reverends to do something they were united against. “I can’t.” The Reverend shot him a look of irritation. “Then tell me; why are you here?” “Because the seminary believes I can.” The Most Reverend turned to Bratvi. “This is not what we were told.” Bratvi shrugged.

I said to him and he sighed. "I know it sounds crazy but I can't shake all this off Liam, I just can't. I feel like I'm slowly losing my sanity and it feels like someone's trying to slowly drive me mad with misery. I'm under investigation for an attempted murder when I can't even hurt a darn fly. I lost my job, my reputation that I may never get back and now I've lost my cafe and another murder case is about to surround me cause they will investigation and since I already have a pending case, they'll add me to the list of possible suspects. Tell me now Liam, am I really not cursed?" I asked, heaving a sigh of frustration as it dawned on me that I am indeed a misfortune like mom always told m

★ NEXT DAY* LUCIFER'S LAIR* Lucifer walked out of his inner room to see blaze waiting for him. "Don!" He called and Lucifer twisted his brows. "Godfather is back to the clan!" He informed and pressed his lips together. "Is there anything to it?" Lucifer asked. "No Don!" Blaze replied and just then, Godfather Alejandro walked into the room furiously and faced blaze. On noticing the gesture, blaze nods slightly and left the suite quietly. Lucifer had a curious look on his face as it landed on Godfather. "Enzo!" He called and Lucifer tightened his lips together.

We've raised her for so long and we've already fulfilled our obligations. I held Cara even tighter. Everyone around here knew Hans Black loved to drink and even physically abused his own family. However, his family was rich and managed to obtain a mental health assessment report claiming that he was mentally ill. Not even the cops could do anything if they were here. Ethan was so brutal. He didn't bat an eye even when he offered his own granddaughter as a sacrifice. "Cara is definitely this family's child. There must be a misunderstanding. I've been working hard to support this family and I'm so busy frequently that I only have time to take a nap in the on-call room, and you said I've been c

Julius said to his mother. "Stop lying for him!" Betsy shot back. "That woman is Samantha Knox. Her son is already sixteen, and he looks just like your dad! "I can't believe you’re on his side!" she added, glaring at him. Julius opened his mouth to explain, but just then, Rourke woke up. He immediately reached out and grabbed Betsy's hand. "Don't leave me, Betsy," he pleaded. She frowned, but just then, the doctor walked in.

Still moves left to play. She smiled. Broken smile. Mad smile. Dangerous smile. Outside her door. Kelvin stood. Listening. Hearing crashes. Hearing screams. Knowing. His daughter. Gone. Replaced by something else. Something terrible. Something he couldn't save. He walked away. Slow. Heavy. Defeated. Father failing. Father grieving. Father losing child to madness. Inside. Isabella sat among ruins. Among broken glass. Among shattered dreams. Among madness made real. Planning. Always planning. Even in insanity. Especially in insanity.

Like instinct. Draven's voice cut through the chaos. “You humiliated me, you think this is over?” A punch hit my rib. Another to my jaw. But then— cold. Sharp. A blade. Warm blood spread across my side. The world tilted. My vision blurred, gold flickering around the edge. My canines sharpened. Something in me snapped. My eyes burned. My fingers twitched. And suddenly they weren't fists anymore. My claws tore through my skin. The coppery scent of blood—mine— set my wolf free. I didn't shift fully, not here, but they saw.

The flattery and awe that had once surrounded him had turned into pity and doubt. The entire pack grew restless under the strain of the Alpha's instability. Several Elders visited repeatedly to advise him, only to be driven away by his murderous glare. He became paranoid and stubborn, locking himself away in the empty house. One day, however, he discovered a name in a sealed, forbidden grimoire—the Blood Witches. They were a group of outcasts, shunned by both the werewolves and witches alike, practitioners of forbidden blood magic. He knew it was taboo, a pact with the devil, but he couldn't care less. To find me, he was willing to pay any price.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus