The Order Of The Golden Dawn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said grimly. Elara turned. “What kind of problem?” Dain threw down a blood-stained crest onto the table. It bore the mark of the Bloodstone Pact—an underground order long thought extinct. A cult that once served the old gods, feeding them sacrifices and secrets in exchange for chaos-born magic. “They’ve resurfaced,” Dain said. “And they’re pledging themselves to your sister.” Kael’s eyes darkened. “She’s rallying the ancient orders?” “They’ve already taken two strongholds to the north,” Dain continued. “We have days, maybe less, before the Pact reaches the outer defenses of the Vale.”

“You killed the Dark Ones yesterday, and now you feel the fire within your blood, don’t you?’ Both of them were confused. “We did kill the Dark Ones,” Kian admitted, “but they did not turn us. Neither of them was able to wound either of us.” Shaking his head, Ward said, “That’s not what I mean. Not at all. You are both members of what you refer to as the Order, yes?” They nodded. “What it really is dates back thousands of years, and though your Irish countrymen refuse to acknowledge it, you have unknowingly unleashed your own power, and now you must embrace the Ternion and all the power that lies therein.”

He was no stranger to that ruins. Back then, the Hexad School organized a Lion Slaughtering Conference and publicly judged the Golden Lion of the Eternal Life Palace Sect, Zion Featherstone to get the Supreme Mystery Scripture. In the end, Darryl won and Zion told him the hiding place of the secret manual and it was there in the ruins. As Darryl revisited the old place, he remembered the original scene again in his mind. As Darryl was reminiscing, suddenly, a few golden figures dressed in gold armor flew across the sky. They were the divine soldiers who were patrolling.

A thin digital tablet rested beneath his hands, his dark amber eyes scanning row after row of financial trade data with a cold, terrifying efficiency. "You're three minutes late," Dominic said, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the hum of the air filtration system. He didn't lift his head, his thumb flicking across the screen to sign off on a multimillion-dollar liquidation order. "Punctuality is a basic requirement under this roof, Vivian."

POV: Hermetic Order | Hidden Chamber, London The room had no address. That was the point. It existed beneath a building that officially housed a private members club in Mayfair, behind three locked doors that required different keys held by different people, at the bottom of a staircase that wasn't on any architectural plan filed with the city. The Hermetic Order had been meeting in rooms like this for four hundred years. They were very good at not existing.

How in the name of the beloved Goddess am I still alive? I wanted to curl up and slip into death like the other people, but then the sound of the horses grew louder. Instinctively I dived below the table we dined on only minutes ago, and tried to listen in on the people approaching. The sound of the horses stopped as the people arrived at the scene, and there was silence for a while. Then someone spoke up. "Well, well. It seems it worked." The voice sounded familiar: too familiar, it made my skin crawl.

Still, I couldn’t ignore those five words he said to me, the ones that shattered my will and made up my mind. You’re running out of time… Jada and Hakeem had no choice but to run this by the Order. While I was still wary about trusting a group of people I had no name for, it was nice to have someone on our side. Within the hour their father had gotten back to them with startling news. The leader of the Order, a person so well hidden that only a handful in the world knew their true identity, had a message for us. Down the grapevine it went, all the way to Jada’s parents.

She wipes the tears that had embarrassingly decided to show up she said, “Let the games begin.” The Order of the Sabbath was formed a century ago, when the very first Prime Minister made a deal with the Volkov Pack’s then Alpha, Neoma Volkov, that in return for no longer hunting down Werewolves and Lycans, the pack will protect the people from the other children of the moon– the Vampires. The Order will live on as long as both parties continue to agree with the terms– protection for the people and secrecy for the Wolves.

What the hell do they know? “My friends,” she waves to the silent comrades, who haven’t uttered a word the entire time. “And I am part of something much older and more sacred than the mostly corrupt council system.” “And that is…what?” “The Order of Three, but those who know about its existence just call it the Order,” she continues, unzipping her jacket, her friends doing the same. Adjusting their shirts, to reveal tattoos underneath their marking spots. A triple moon, like Elle and Theo’s marks. Resting in the center moon, an arrow and key cross, with a paw sitting in the middle holding them in place.