Visions Of Heresy: Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Where did they go? I walked over to the cr. I thought of using cr first because I was already urinating before I could look for them. I was close to the cr when I suddenly stopped walking. A vision of a woman hung herself inside the prison's cr suddenly entered my mind. It was a quick vision so I didn't clearly saw the face of that woman. But I have a hunch that the woman I just saw from my sudden vision is no other Nana Violy. She is the only woman I know who is in jail and no one else.

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said:

"That priest is himself a cultivator, and he informed me that while cultivator souls fade to oblivion in death, the reason the heretic evanesced inside that ward despite his inferior cultivation is because of the nature of the ward itself. It was cast with countless human sacrifices to replicate a Blood Inferno, and whatever is inside can deceive the eyes of the cosmic order! "So, if purgatory exists, the heretic created one that was his own. The cosmic order was deceived into thinking that it is simply an extension of hell, while the forces of hell are deceived into thinking that it's a part of the mortal realm. And with that, the heretic evanesced without consequence."

The earth hummed beneath my feet, the air shifted, and a faint pulse thrummed through my chest. And then the visions began. I didn't know what I was expecting, but this was way beyond it. The first vision came in flashes—fragments of sound and color, the way memory distorts with time. A woman stood at the edge of a darkened clearing, her silhouette backlit by a dying fire. Her hands clutched a leather-bound book—the same book I had stolen. Her fingers trembled, not with fear, but with urgency. It was my mother. “Take it,” her voice said, though her face was blurred in the vision. “Take the book, and take this.”

"Some certainly witches but... most innocent." He opened a small book, a Bible I thought. I was surprised to see it was in Hebrew. He began reading in a very low murmur. "It's a Siddur," he said. "A prayer book." "Why'd so many innocent people have to die...? Why this kid with the needle in her arm?" "That was the snare, you see... That's how the sacrifice works. It creates hysteria to destroy the church and the God they oppose. Their dogma is simple. Let the innocent die to serve their cause."

was considered a heresy to be purged, and we were the most visible targets in the world. "Run," Dante rasped, his obsidian arm suddenly hissing as a single, desperate spark of indigo light flickered to life. "Before the silver wakes up and kills us both." (Watch out for Chapter 242) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

I didn't want Alexis to leave at the same time I didn't want him to hear what the seer would say to me, he seemed nervous about leaving me alone with the seer and I hated that. The seer waited for Alexis to leave before her eyes began to dart around me. “I can't believe you are real. I saw in it, where is my book?” She was running about the whole place now and her large dress made it difficult for her. When she eventually grabbed a large book and opened it I noticed there were illustrations everywhere, most of them in color, it was obvious why it attracted her attention. Some of the images depicted wolves. One showed a woman lying next to a human corpse covered in fur. There were so many pic

Of course, she was curious about the history between the vampires and the witches, she might as well find out the history of Margaux. As she walked past different shelves to find more books about the witches, her eyes caught a particular book placed at the center of other books on the last shelf. Although, it looked like other books but at the same time, it felt different. The more she stared at the book, the more she felt drawn to it. What on earth was that book and why was she so drawn to it? She could only conclude that this book must be different from other books, there was nothing that could change her mind. And as she walked closer to the shelf and stretched her hand to take out the bo

“The cover is green, but it’s very old. I think some of the parts are coming apart. It’s big, though. The spine must be larger than most…” “Is that what you saw in your vision? A book?” Atticus asked, his tone disbelieving. “How exactly do you expect a book to help us in this situation?” “I don’t know. But if the Goddess allowed me to have this vision, even while I was awake…” I swallowed hard “Then there must be a reason for it. So, please, help me look for it. It was quite high up. I think I was positioned more or less here, from what I remember. So, maybe the book is… There!” I said anxiously, pointing to the top of one of the bookshelves, whose height almost reached the ceiling, as soon

Evan chuckled and Viso looked at him with a deep frown. "Have you been reading those books again?" Viso asked, pressing his lips in revulsion. He knew how obsessed Evan was with 'Those' books apart from his wine collection. "Since when did you start calling sex a sin?" Evan let out a throaty laugh. "Compagno. You broke the momentum. Don't talk about Those Sacred Books. It doesn't talk about sex and you know it." Viso only raised his eyebrows as Evan shared his brilliant plan to help his Compagno. "The only way to get what you want is through getting into her pants."