Woe To The People Of Order Novels & Stories

I was baffled and I started to read what was written on the pages that were marked with my picture. There will be a time, centuries away from now. My bloodline will end and my people will be facing demise and an extreme state of adversity. Only then my bravest son will find his mate and continue my legacy. The night of the blood moon that will fall after the series of many lunar eclipses, will be the night when he will claim his mate and rise above the peasants. Humanity will fall apart and new world order will begin.

“And then, we kill The Order, before they kill us.” Maya’s chest tightened. Because now? Now, they weren’t infiltrating The Order; Maya’s pulse pounded in her ears as the magnitude of Zane’s words crashed down over them. War. Against The Order. The people who ran governments, economies and entire industries. The very same people capable of wiping them out of existence in the blink of an eye. And yet— Zane’s silver eyes were unmoving, unyielding.

We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world... *** Let's start with me. I'm already over eighty, but I don't look older than twenty. I look like those ordinary girls who walk the streets by the hundreds. But to this I can tell you the oldest murdered phrase - do not judge a book by its cover. Take a look at my first and last name-Carolianna Epixfire. It looks like something strange, like a spell from silly newspapers.

Kian asked, glancing at Aaron and then back at Ward. “I’d rather not say,” he replied. “Listen, the pair of you look like intelligent young men, but there are things you do not know about at work here—things this village chooses to ignore. I do not know you well enough to say more at this time. Only know this, the Order means nothing; there is no agreement. If you have family members you care for, do all that you can to protect them.” With that, the mysterious man turned on his heel and began to walk away, leaving Aaron and Kian staring at each other, both confused and bewildered.

Okay, a little education. The Order was essentially the magic police. We maintained law and order between the humans and the supernatural community. Put together witches, undead beings and some idiots that can into four legged animals and you have a lot of testosterone -don't matter if they're male or female, the quest to dominate all is the same- and that's where we come in. The our own brand of force -thats the shadow magic we have- and human technology, we have been able to keep everyone in line and dealt judiciously with those who haven't. What's a great organization without an arch nemesis?

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.

“But many powerful leaders feared what our child would become.” Aria folded her arms tightly. “So people wanted me dead before I was even born.” Nobody answered because it was the truth. The room became quiet again for a moment before I spoke. “What exactly is the Order of Ash?” Lucien’s expression hardened immediately. “A group created from fear,” he answered coldly. “Witches, wolves, and vampires who believed bloodlines should never mix.” “They called themselves protectors of balance,” Dravenna added calmly. “But they were extremists.”

"Understand what?" Safiya exhaled, stepping closer. "That this was never about control. It was about survival." Ayesha narrowed her eyes. "Survival of who?" Safiya met her gaze. "You." Ayesha’s breath caught. Safiya sighed. "The world is changing, Ayesha. Governments are collapsing, leaders are failing, wars are brewing in the shadows. The Hollow Order doesn’t seek power—we seek order." Ayesha shook her head. "You’re delusional."

How I wish I really belonged in this place. “Anyway, Ms. Patterson. Since we’re talking about it, you must be aware of the Seven Caste of Powers here in Olympus. I presume that you already have ideas about it?” She explained, going back to her formal and authoritative aura. She must have noticed that she’s taking off too much of her mask. “Yes, but not that much though,” I replied. The orientation went on and I must say that the more I get to know Olympus, the more I wanted to stay here. It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world.

Order members in plain clothes look up at us, some bright-eyed with excitement, others… well, they just look weary and unimpressed. I’m starting to notice, now that I’ve had a night of rest, a shower, food, and the wolfsbane is out of my system, that there’s different factions within the order. Some members want to be here. They wanted to do the attack. They wanted to see us beaten. Others are forced, I think, to conform in order to stay within the ranks. At least, that’s what I think by the looks on their faces as I pass. Looks of hope and looks of disgust mingling.