All Souls Book 6 Novels & Stories

Though the thoughts about him were forefront now, because I still hadn't come to terms with what almost happened, I had to stop thinking about it now. Maybe later I would take my time to understand it. Maybe. I opened the book slowly, my fingers tracing the frayed and worn edges of the cover, "the chronicle of the six" it stood boldly in gold lettering glaring at me. The letters shimmered faintly and I quickly turned open the first page. "This is the Chronicle of the Six. The first beings born of the moon's light. This record holds their power, their dominion... and the truth before the Great Divide."

Zia ran to her and hugged her but still, she wasn't moving or looking at her "She is just like a soul-less doll but with that book, we can bring her soul back to her and everything will go back the same as before," he said "Think about it," he said and went back with Althea

Tom rolls his eyes ignoring her comment and he looks back down at the clipboard “If only the boy knew what he was capable of. There would be no chance of us keeping him here. but thankfully we have mostly what we need anyway.” “Is he really capable of getting through mountain ash walls and glass? Rings of salt surrounding the place? Electronic pulses? Armed guards who will shoot to kill?” The woman asks nervously, he looks up at her, she was staring through the window at caden, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at him “Yes he can break any supernatural barrier because he is not supernatural. He is made of hellfire. When he died hell couldn’t hold him so it spat him back out to do it’s wor

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

“What the hell is going on here?” My rasping voice only accentuated the strange, forlorn silence of my home. Nothing made any sense. Nothing seemed or felt real. Hadn’t, really, since we’d discovered those two dead dogs and that altar in the clearing, and especially since yesterday morning . . . When I’d seen that damned book at The General Store. The book I’d apparently bought in a fugue state and then read multiple times without remembering anything. The book that . . . I opened my eyes, looked down and—feeling very little surprise—saw The King Wears Yellow sitting open before me on the den table.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

She felt her skin on fire from all the bites; she swatted them, but she couldn’t get them off. On the horizon she saw her father, silhouetted against the sun. And she knew that if she could only reach him, she would be safe. But this time, his face was obscured. And the more she ran, the further away he became. She slowly sank into the mud as she went, getting lower with each step. Finally, she couldn't run any further, completely stuck, and completely covered by fleas, and then rats, all biting her in every direction. She saw before her two coffins. One was large, and the other the size for a child. Caleb lay in one, and Scarlet in the other. They were both covered with welts, and they were

Crimson and black chaos swirling lazily around him like smoke. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved. Yet the tension between them was unmistakable. Caius finally broke the silence. “Well,” he said dryly, folding his arms. “That went… spectacularly wrong.” Allistair and Kaelen’s gaze finally focused on them. And both their eyes widened at what they saw. They then appeared in front of their lovers. Allistair in front of Lucifer and Kaelen in front of Gluttony. “That’s the sword I saw in my dreams, the one you held there, before the Book of Chaos appeared. The sword you're holding now, Mi Alfa.” Allistair exclaimed. Also on the side of Kaelen he told his lover. “Mon Coeur, that’s the bo

The blood moonstone has always been with me right from the start and I was just too blind to realise it. It all made sense what the nemesis said. Fight the darkness with light. Find the key to the light. What Agnom had told me that night too. Born of the mighty, comes good and evil. The evil shall rise but the pure will wipe away the evil. Mom knew too the entire time too. What she wrote behind that book. She wanted me to find it because she was sure I will know the truth of the words too. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.