It weren't often I ventured so far north, but whispers of a grisly harvest in the Scottish Highlands couldn't go ignored. Me da'd told tales o' the supernatural...

As they say, the darkness draws its own kind – and London's darkest corners did just that, inviting me into a lair of unspeakable evil.

There ain't much rest for a battle-hardened sister such as myself, especially when the foul stink of demonic deeds fills the alleys. Word got round of a den of ...

It's been some weeks since last I've faced the devilish kin, but the whispers persist, calling out from the gutters of Londontown. An invitation arrived, sealed...

Last eve, I felt the call o' the Holy Spirit once more, urging me deeper intae the bowels o' London's filth. Whispers had reached me o' a vile masquerade hosted...

As I trudged through the shadows of this blasted metropolis, a familiar unease prickled along my spine. Rumors of foul magicks stirring amidst the squalor could...

There've been whispers in the wind lately - tales of a pact between the most unlikely bedfellows. It seemed far-fetched, until evidence began to surface. One ni...

Last month, I stumbled upon a vile conspiracy that threatened the very foundation of our sacred order. Whispers among the nuns hinted at treachery brewing benea...

I'd thought I'd seen the worst the Devil could conjure, yet last Sabbath proved otherwise. Rumors of strange happenings at the outskirts of town sent Sister Ver...

It's often said that the true horrors lurk within the shadows of our own homes, camouflaged amongst the innocent. Last week, I faced such a truth head-on, deep ...

Last eve, the call rang clear - a nest o' demons had set itself among the poor folk of St. Brigid's ward. Me and Sister Verity, we saddled up our holy steel and...

As the midnight bells toll, I find myself once more slipping into the cloak of night, ready to confront the evils that fester in its depths. Tonight, whispers c...

Bein' a nun ain't all prayer and rosaries, let me tell ya. Sometimes, the Lord calls on us to take up arms, to wage war against the darkness that threatens His ...

They may see me as a gentle nun, but the truth lies hidden beneath me habit. In the name of the Lord, I hunt the monsters that stalk the night, ridin' the world...

I've seen some wicked things in me time, but nothin' quite prepared me for the nightmare we stumbled upon in the bowels of that abandoned cathedral. Me and the ...

As the sun dips below the horizon, I find myself kneelin' before the altar, sayin' me prayers. Today, we encountered more monstrosities than a body could rightl...

Bein' a nun's no walk in the park, let me tell ya. I thought the Marines had it tough, but between the rosaries and the rituals, there's barely time to sharpen ...