Alchemy Of Souls: Light And Shadow Novels & Stories

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

“When you turn eighteen, you are to go through a ritual. It will start your journey to either light or dark. You will face one year and six months on the dark side and the light side. At the age of twenty-one, your soul chose whose side you’ll be on.” “So, about my hands, why are they turning purple?” Ivy said putting her hands on the table for him to see. “Because Daniel forced the start of your journey, your body is turning, the Dark Dweller part of you is coming out, that is why you need to understand you cannot feed into darkness. You have to stay in the light you have to learn from Nick,” he said clearing his throat, his eyes never left hers.

I listened intently as she spoke entranced by the story of our ancestors, this isn’t something you can read about in any book or scroll. “When the Shadow wolf was created, she was born with a complete soul, only two arms and two legs, she yielded the power of an original werewolf as well as the ones you know of today, but she was never given a mate since she had a complete soul. With each generation that passed I noticed my dear Shadow grow lonelier and lonelier and so with the help of Goddess Aphrodite and Maa Kali Devi we created another being that is made for you, but in order to create the Shadow wolf with a mate, we had to share your soul with him and his with you for the bond to be cre

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

I saw her shadow as she threw a light on the plain when a single fire against the flood. But the other Azaria, her shadow self, stepped through the rift fully now. They locked eyes. And in a breath, they collided. Two versions of the same soul, light and shadow fighting not just for control, but for truth. Their magic tangled midair. Blades formed from pure energy. Screams echoed. One moment Azaria was on the ground, the next she was driving a blade of light through the heart of her darker self. But it wasn’t over. And all round, centered in Selene, up in the air, sitting on her throne of wreckage, was the fray.

I roared, wrapping my arms around her and the seed. ​I pushed my shadows into the light, not to quench it, but to give it a skin. I became the shield for her soul, the darkness that allowed the light to shine without burning. Together, we were the note that the world had been waiting for: the perfect balance of the fire, the ice, and the shadow.

“Do you really think your shadows can overpower the light? My light?” Thalion laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the chamber. “Light is nothing but a temporary illusion, my old friend. It flickers and fades. Shadows endure. Or… have you forgotten our good old days?” He extended his hand, and the walls of the chamber trembled. Grotesque figures emerged from the stone, phantoms of despair that howled and screeched as they launched themselves at Lucifer. Trying its best to inflict damage upon him.

"Foolish! All ye are good for is better kindling for the fire I burn my ritual fuel with. You’re feeding me all I require for my metamorphosis! But something unexpected was happening. The three essences weren't just mixing, Willey said. They were making up something new altogether. Something the Shadowlands could not crush or pervert no matter how furiously it tried. Light. Real light, pure and bright and warm, started shining from where our bodies met. It repelled the suffocating darkness as though it were the morning sun riding darkness, and illuminated a ball in the cursed woods.