All Souls Book Trilogy Novels & Stories

she whispered lowly, darkness crawling up her skin and she was tempted to close the book immediately as she could literally see the faces of mates that had been taken away from their other half, and trapped within the lines of the Soul book. "You take a mate from the other and they become mad with rage, deadly but easier to kill.” she explained softly, “Most commit suicide in a second, whilst the others run mad-" she closed her eyes tears threatening to spill when she heard their voices, Where is he? Take me back to him. She calls for me. Please! They could never be set free till the end of time. Their souls were destroyed there was no way to bring them back whole. They were merely shattered

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

She wanted to ride Sugar to Maggie’s house and find her there sitting on the porch petting Angus, like she had so many times before. She found herself wandering the house and settling in the upstairs den. She pulled Maggie’s book from the bookshelf, holding its bulk to her chest lovingly. It smelled like Maggie. She filled her lungs with its scent. It was all she had left of her dear friend. Opening up the pages, she landed on the section of angels. Surely such a pure soul of Maggie was one now. “Her soul has returned to her other incarnation. Fear not, for she is happy,” Liam said warmly.

After an excruciating and interminable silence, Fiona pulled her hands away from her face and sat back, straightening her spine against the solid back of her wooden chair. She shook her head slowly as she spoke, “I’m just not sure I have what it takes to protect them.” “What does it say?” Brandon prodded. Fiona turned the book toward Brandon and pointed to the section she read. His face went white and his heart ceased pumping life-giving blood for a brief moment while he read the consequences of his actions. As one’s soul travels space and time Leaving its body tucked behind Return not in the body that is not thine,

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

Carissa felt her lips stiffen; she wasn't sure what to say in front of Rey. . "I know, this must feel foreign to you, but you know, every day, you will be here accompanying me to work, or at least we will meet to let go," Rey smiled when telling her the habits she used to do with Bella. Carissa, who heard that, smiled faintly. The love story of Bella and Rey was very sweet; it's just that fate was so cruel, Bella actually died, and now there is only Bella's body filled with Carissa's soul.

Hello again lovely readers, Welcome to A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret! If you are joining again for this third and final book in this trilogy, welcome back! For those of you who read the first two books, Dillon and Zoe's story was happening concurrently in the timeline with the other two so we are going back in time a bit, but rest assured, this book will take us beyond book two, to the end of the line for the wolves or Dark Fae. Only time will tell who prevails.

In July. Autumn stood in the library, her breath fogging in front of her. Books along the shelves groaned under a thin sheet of ice. Even the fire in the hearth had guttered into pale embers, too weak to warm the room. She stared down at the Book on the table. Its pages no longer glowed. The once-living ink had turned black. Dead. “She’s here,” Autumn whispered. Tristan stepped beside her. The soulbond flickered between them—erratic, unstable, pulsing like a dying star. He touched her arm, but his eyes were already on the window, sensing what she sensed.

The sun’s golden rays bathed everything in a soft, safe light, making the world seem untouchable—almost as if nothing bad could ever happen beneath such a perfect sky. Then, without warning, a loud bang shattered the peace. The sharp, jarring sound tore through the air like a hammer through glass, sending invisible shards of fear slicing into the moment. Laxiel’s mother—who had been the only adult left to care for the children since his father, uncle, and aunt had tragically died in the last devastating incident—immediately shot to her feet. Her face drained of color, dread tightening her features. There was no confusion, only a grim, terrifying certainty. Their family had already lost so mu