All Souls Book Trilogy Novels & Stories

“I won’t let you take him!” “Selene!” Alaric shouted, staggering to his feet. He reached for her, but the wind pushed him back, separating him from his family. The old woman’s voice rose above the storm, clear and unwavering. “One soul must return!” And then, with a final pulse of light, the book tore itself apart. Pages scattered like embers into the wind, each glowing fragment vanishing as it drifted away. The vortex collapsed with a deafening crack, and silence fell.

There was only the warmth of her mouth, the taste of defiance. Outside, the green light of the Citadel pulsed, a heartbeat of doom. But inside the bubble, two small, fragile humans held onto each other, plotting the death of a god. "Tomorrow," Tristan whispered against her lips. "We break the ice." "Tomorrow," she agreed. "We end it." The Mammoth rolled on into the dark, carrying the last hope of a broken world toward the frozen edge of oblivion. End of Chapter 34

“Do you know what that means? Abby. It means Trevor Coleman is coming for you. We’re going to have a big family reunion very soon.” I wanted to say something smug, but I felt a knot tighten In my stomach as I remembered what my mom said earlier. “This place is impenetrable.” if Trevor came here to rescue me, it would be nothing more than a suicide mission. “Don't worry, Abby,” Mr. Gordon grinned. “I won't harm anyone who comes here to rescue you. All your friends would return to their normal lives after the blood moon. I might even let your mom go. But you. You have to die for the greater good.”

She sat down and stared blankly at the floor. "I overslept. I wonder if Hannah and Hansel have woken up. I'm such a fool!" Soheila irritably said. "I successfully protected them last time, but I failed this time." Soheila thought of Hansel and Hannah and she remembered what she had found out about them. She waved her hand and a thick book about humans with the blood of an ancient spirit beast blood had appeared. She read all the contents of the book in a few minutes.

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

I was happy and wanted to see what she was going to say to him so I did want she said and teleported to the castle fast quickly as possible when I got there everyone was gathered in the suite she was sitting there holding Draco and she really hadn’t said a word to him and he hasn’t either he looked confused and he didn’t want to let her go just yet so we all just sat and watched them hold each other until they were both ready. Draco So I was sitting next to Selene in the valley of spirits when she told me that what happened to was her fault and that if she doesn’t make it right that the new world that she has created will not turn into chaos and destruction I was confused by her words and I

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

“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.

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.