Absolute Soul Secrets Novels & Stories

I plead him a pardon. He stayed quiet when I wrapped my arms around his body, I positioned his head on my chest and stroked his hair with my hand, he was only filling the silence, “Can I tell you a secret?” Kevin muffled. I looked down to catch his wet eyelashes. Immediately my heart fell at rest on the fact that he was willing to talk to me, “Yes, my dear. Your secrets are safe with me,” I assured him. My heart placed at rest that he chose to speak to me. I was worried if he got unsettled with me.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

He was too strong, too determined. He raised the knife high, the blade catching the light as it hovered above me. Time seemed to slow. My mind screamed in protest, but my body froze, paralyzed by fear. Then, something inside me snapped. A surge of raw energy erupted from deep within, a force I had never felt before. My wolf roared to the surface, flooding my senses with strength and power. My vision sharpened, and my fear melted into something primal and untamed. With a growl that didn’t feel entirely mine, I shoved at his chest with all my might. The next thing I knew, the assassin flew through the air like a ragdoll, crashing into the far wall of the hallway with a sickening thud.

he shouted, gripping his sword tightly. The figure stopped momentarily before gently bringing down its hood. A lady with intense gaze and an enigmatic presence moved towards the front. "My name is Selene, the one who holds Secrets," she stated, her voice steady and controlled. "I have arrived to assist you in comprehending the real essence of the darkness you are confronting." Xander and Eva shared a look, both intrigued. "Can you clarify your point?" Eva inquired as she moved ahead.

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Then she closed his eyes with two shaking fingers and pressed a kiss to his cooling forehead. “Sleep,” she whispered. “You won’t be their weapon. Not in life. Not in death.” She straightened and looked at Isabella. “We have twenty minutes, maybe less.” Isabella nodded, wincing. “The Council’s private security will breach the estate by then.” “They won’t take me alive,” Alessia said. “I didn’t think they would.” There was no smile between them. No grief they could afford. Alessia moved to the wall safe behind the portrait of her father and retrieved the black ledger—the one with the names, the codes, the secrets buried deeper than bones. She tossed it to Isabella.

“You are my greatest creation, Alessandra. But you are also my greatest vulnerability. And vulnerabilities are always targeted.” Alessa exhaled shakily. “I’ll rescue Sophia.” Gloria nodded once, approval gleaming. “Good.” But Alessa wasn’t done. “One condition,” she said. Gloria raised a brow. “Name it.” “You tell me what the asset is. Everything. No more secrets.” Gloria’s expression froze. Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came. For the first time in Alessa’s life, her mother looked unsure. Not frightened.

Down here, it’s quiet, with only the sound of water dripping from the stone ceiling. My secret room down here is small and simple with only a stone table, a water basin, and a wooden chest where I keep a few secret items. I open the chest and take out a black stone bowl—smooth and shiny like glass. I pour in memory ash, made from old visions I burned, and then add water from a secret spring that only I know how to find. As I stir it, the mixture starts to glow to show pictures. I whisper three names. Kaelith, mine, and a third one, which I must not say aloud at this moment.

CHAPTER 56 The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury. Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?” The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”

I had been holed up in my secret condo for weeks now, afraid to go out into the world. I had no one on my side. I was a danger to everyone around me because I had made it a habit of spreading my Authority spores everywhere I went. It was my most favored ability but now it was rendered useless and dangerous. Anyone I used it on died instantly. Curse you Alistair. I silently lamented as I drank from my thirtieth bottle of whiskey. I was more numb than drunk as I balefully paced the room. Dominic was right. I could not hold on to this secret for long…unless I did something about it. I had to find a way to kill Alistair and still keep the secret buried.