All Souls Book 6 Novels & Stories

"Alistair, ruler of the Underworld Kingdom, leader of the demons, powerful and invincible, but his most terrible gift is that he can resurrect dead demons. The only person who can defeat him is the so-called 'chosen one' of the sorceresses. If she succeeds, the Underworld will weaken and the other evil creatures will be left without defense, demons will not be able to return after being chased away by the sorceresses..." Selene's eyes widened in surprise. This dream, or rather a nightmare, was a kind of vision, a vision of what could happen to her if she fails the mission. The thought terrified Selene, so she immediately closed the Book of Magic with a bang and put it on the desk. Sitting on

"Worst that happens the bitch dies, best she wakes up an idiot." Summer had to stop herself from laughing at her father's harsh words, neither man had noticed that she had woken up yet and she wanted to keep it that way. "The men will be here soon." Michael huffed, "If she doesn't wake up soon what good will she be for them?" "I'm sure they'd enjoy even if she was asleep." Jackson chuckled. No longer able to remain calm Summer shot up eyes flying open. Looking around she found herself in the hole underneath her fathers house with the devil and and his master.

He spits blood and kneels down. "No! Your majesty!" Aristo runs towards him and hugs Alfonso when he fainted. He tried to cure its wound but he can't. "Socrates can have the princess now..." The girl laughs loudly and she opens more portal and a lot of Level D's a came out. "Let's get out of here now!" Aitan said then when they were about to go, something came down from the sky. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still eating with Ginger when stops because she smells something. Her demon features are now showing up until, she releases a lot of black fire and went towards the smell.

Being the soul in the first seat close to the door, I’m pushed by the same force outside, and my feet land in the air. There are no grounds in the dark space, but for some reason, my feet are firmly planted on a surface. In a short time, the remaining one hundred and twelve souls are pushed out. When we’re complete and standing, a voice – different from on the bus – greets us. “Welcome, Souls, to the survival games.”

He stood seven feet tall now, his once-elegant shadow-form encased in a suit of interlocking plates, rusted bone, and glowing green vents. "Classification: Bio-Hazard," Silas droned. His voice was a hollow echo of the man who had kissed me in the grey grass. "Direct order from the Pre-Script: Purge the Anomaly." --- ## Chapter 54: The Forge of Broken Echoes The chamber we were in—the **Forge of Souls**—was a nightmare of industrial divinity. Imagine a cathedral built inside the engine of a star. Massive, horizontal gears the size of cities turned slowly above us, their teeth gnashing together with a rhythmic *thrum-clack* that felt like a heartbeat.

“This feels like you.” Something warm fluttered in her chest — the brief illusion of safety. But it vanished as the Vein trembled beneath them, the light twisting violently. Kael turned sharply, eyes narrowing. “Something’s coming.” The walls — if they could be called that — began to shift, folding inward like the Vein itself was breathing harder. The air thickened, and the distant hum of souls turned into whispers. Thousands of voices, overlapping, pleading. Avery Delan. Soulbound.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

Bella explained, making Carissa even more confused. "Because of the accident, my soul died, Carissa, and now my body is empty, and you will occupy it. You will enter Arabella's body, live my life, and continue your life as me," he explained again. "But why? Why should I be you?" asked Carissa confusedly.

Auriel says, his voice flat, and entirely empty of any warmth, yet it wasn’t filled with malice. “Elias is dead,” I rasped, slamming both of my palms onto the polished wood of the table, l lean in until I see my own furious glare and flare of my aura in his eyes. “Rhea is cornered, your little empire of shadow puppets is slowly crumbling, old man. Give me one good reason I shouldn't tear out your throat tight now.” Auriel sets the papers down, with a slow move, then he takes a little sip of his tea, completely unbothered by my claws currently tearing into this table.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.