Visions Of Heresy: Book Novels & Stories

“I want people to know that I had implemented what your mother dreamed of. She had the brain and the purity. I had the balls.” Elky stared at her like he no longer recognized the shape of his own blood. “You want full height statues or something?” he said. “I want accuracy,” she said. “History is written by survivors. And I intend to survive.” I leaned back a little, watching her, trying to catch the shadow behind her shadowy mind. Lucia didn’t play one game at a time. Her brain was an apartment block full of locked rooms. Something wasn’t lining up there. This wasn’t about greed alone. It wasn’t fear alone. It wasn’t burning ambition either.

"But the iron is useless without the doctrine." Elias looked down at the Master Methodology. He reached out. With a slow, agonizing deliberation, Elias grasped the heavy parchment pages—all one hundred and thirteen types of emotional repair, the bridge holding, the truth reading, the warmth tracking. Thirty years of peace. He turned them all over. He found the first blank page at the back of the book. "We do not erase what Vassa built," Elias said softly, his silver eyes meeting Isra’s tear-filled gaze. "We preserve it. When the war is won, we will turn back to the front of the book."

Past two days she had been ‘seeing’ more visions. Flashes of some people. Laughter. Tears. Cries of ladies. And then their king, the Macedonian prince. Her perplexed brain has refused to give any answers. She knew if she conversed all these with her brother, she would only find worry in his eyes. That would be unbearable. Argus was not afraid of anything except his sister’s visions which made her weak and brittle every time she envisaged. She just could not hurt him anymore. Instead, she started to draw the portraits of the images she visualized during the visions. ‘I will not hold these any longer. At Delphi, along with the prophecy, I will hand over these pictures and give away the secrets

Their secret rites were certainly associated with heresy as this excerpt from the Edinburgh Evening Courant in 1738 shows: “This foul calamity, it is believed, was precipitated by the group’s close study of a most ancient set of scrolls, of a pagan nature, dating from before the birth of Christ and outlining beliefs and practices of a nature so diabolical that one Church Authority has claimed they would change the consciousness of every man and woman of Christendom should their message be proliferated.” The precise nature of the ‘foul calamity’ isn’t known but, as far as we can ascertain, one of the society’s magical rites must have gone extremely wrong, for a week later the Edinburgh Weekly

He then suddenly started raising my body in the air, the heretic calmly said, "for someone who acts all sly all the time, you don't seem that impressive to me..." "Khhhh...let's go!" I tried to speak. Suddenly being lifted in the air by the crazy bastard and having my internal organs churn form the kick, I struggled to speak as I swung my legs in the air. "It's useless..." he whispered. Firming his grip on my neck, the heretic looked at me in the eyes and spoke, "Your death is a just one of the casualties, don't blame me but blame yourself for trying to escape mother nature's cycle and embrace. Everything will return to ashes, souls will go back to God's Kingdom.”

Shepherd to tell anyone about her current job place. She doesn't want to keep any ties with her past, especially when she thought about the cruelty of Margaret a shiver of fear ran through her body for her innocent child and whenever she remembered the harsh words of Jacob she started feeling disheartened.. "At least tell me who had made that awful accusation against you?" Dr. Shepherd questioned her but Emma still refused to tell him the truth as she stare at the little blessing she got from the God. "Its all in the past..... let's forget it Dr. Shepherd..." When she saw Dr. Shepherd unhappy face she pleaded him softly..

It was there her sharp ears picked on two people’s whispering. “Father, I have seen signs, visions and and…I don’t know what to do. This world is not what we thought it was. It is filled with evil and people are coveting it. There are demons from every angles, ones I have never seen before. They take the form of humans but they don’t die. They are the ones who will bring the world to an end while they remain in it. I believe that the words written in that sacred book…is real.” “Have you opened the sacred book and read through what was written? May God forgive you Aiden!”

And now here she was, in my halls, in my life, breathing the same air, trembling under my touch. I closed the book, but her image did not leave me. It clung to me, as vivid as the night she once stood before me in another life, her laughter both a balm and a wound, she had burned me then, and I had thought her gone forever. Yet here she was again, veiled in Paige’s softness, wrapped in Paige’s defiance. I moved deeper into the archives, searching for more, pulling books and scrolls from their shelves with desperate hands. The prophecies were scattered, fragmented across centuries, each written by those who feared her or worshiped her. Some painted her as a goddess, others as a curse.

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey