Woe To The People Of Order Novels & Stories

Niko asked Cryp. But Cryp did not answer him. He patted Niko's back. "Good job!" he said. "Your first order had been properly executed." They walked out in the room and went up to Cryp's chamber. They drank coffee while Cryp discuss. "Robert Juseff." Cryp projected a man's face on the wall. "The committe had ordered his family to be executed including him," he said to Niko. Niko had not said a word. He still listens and never interrupted his master.

Battles broke out periodically as the Order sought to prevent them from returning above ground and scheme to seize control of the planet. Earth was divided into sections, with a representative of the New World Order dictating each one. Our dictator, Bartholomew Muse, was younger than most and eager to prove himself by showing his strength and power over the people. He put a new meaning to the word tyrant. This resulted in rebellion. Many turned their support toward the remnants of the Brotherhood of Man.

DANIEL Some days slip away like smoke; you try to grab them, but they’re gone, leaving only a faint smell of what’s already burnt out. That’s how these weeks have felt. Empty. Heavy. I keep whispering names to myself, names I’m scared to say out loud because it makes them too real. The Order’s been on edge, like a restless animal, sharper than I thought they’d be. Three million people spread across the world, carrying out my orders. They’ve been searching, digging into every shadow for William Junior, and still nothing.

She says to me and I listen. Again, we wrestle for about two minutes before the sword falls out of my hands. I had to fight. I do not even know what I'm fighting because of what you just told me. So, I've quite lost a bit of the sentiments that was patiently behind. Well, I need you to fight against what be called the order. The order is a group. It is a group that goes against the plan and the responsibility to care and to give space for people that are born differently.

We were ready to leap, to explore the cosmos and all its secrets, with Atlantis as our guardian and guide. As we stood on the ground, gazing up at the sky, a sense of liberation washed over us. The fear that had once gripped our hearts, the dread of nuclear war, and the destructive forces wielded by those in power, like the shadowy organization known as 'The Order', began to lift. We felt a collective sigh of relief as if the weight of the world had been lifted from our shoulders.

“It’s the Order of the Solar Temple. It’s the Order of the Solar Temple for real…” “We’re doomed. They brought so many members with them so they can annihilate us!” “Even Evilasius is here. We won’t be able to run away.” “I don’t want to be a plaything to the Order of the Solar Temple. I don’t want to die…” “What should we do? Who’s going to save us? Sob…” They were flustered and in a chaotic mess, blood draining from their faces.

When our eyes met, a howling sound of a heart full of despair resonated the place. Ajax knew where it came from, of course he knew. Everybody knew. But knowing didn't mean answering and never would it mean saving. There were two kinds of people in this world according to the founder of Jaderoot Order, Minerva. One was the person who suffered and the other was the one who watched. "Luna Claire, please eat your food. The Alpha King would come soon. This servant begs, please eat your food."

The true Order—not the fractured remnants that would one day rot into splintered sects—but the original covenant sworn beneath blood and moonlight—awakened. Led by the House of Draven, Sun Wolves of the old world, and witches whose bloodlines still remembered what magic was meant to cost, the Order gathered once more. Reports came from everywhere. Entire rogue packs kneeling to something unseen. Alphas losing authority overnight. Villages found emptied—no bodies, no blood, only silence. And one name whispered across territories like a curse. AURA. The weapon they had forged had grown beyond its chains. “He was created to end chaos,” one elder Alpha snarled during the conclave. “Not become it

At Olivia’s words, the three of them finally shifted their attention away from her and remembered me. My father frowned instinctively. “Don’t worry about her. She just wants everyone focused on her. When will she finally grow up?” A flash of irritation crossed my mother’s face. “It’s just an Order of the Night. They give it out every three years.” “Doesn’t she know Olivia’s Commencement only happens once? Why does she have to throw a tantrum on a day like this?” Olivia puckered her lips playfully at my mother. “Mom, don’t say that. Bella would be hurt if she heard it.”

“But we must be careful, Aurora. The Order’s laws are unforgiving, and the city is restless.” She nodded, the reality of their situation pressing against the warmth of his presence. The Order’s strict separation of species was not merely tradition - it was a safeguard, born from centuries of conflict and betrayal. A werewolf and a vampire, bound by love, were a spark in a powder keg, capable of igniting chaos among the factions. Yet, as Vincent’s hand tightened around hers, grounding her in the moment, Aurora felt the pull of her heart outweigh the warnings of her mind.