All Souls Trilogy Deborah Harkness Novels & Stories

Proserpina absentmindedly twirled the sword and savored the comforting weight that was the god of death sealed within her weapon, the shadows around her feet pulsing and writhing in glee and anticipation for the thrill of a kill. . . . “And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you’.” –Iain Thomas . . . ALASTOR NYX: Alastor had been prepared to trade blows with Tony there and then–in his defense, the fucker was so asking for it, anyway–but in the most bewildering, awaited moment in his life, Alastor's already sharp senses suddenly turned to new heights he never thought possible.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The woman stared, then continued. “I used the souls of the member of the outlaw city who had died under Firoza. I had always known that the supreme being of the Allikans was planning something huge, but whenever i tried to look into it, it seemed impossible.” she walked gracefully to the other end of the room, where she saw a stool and sat down.

Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened. I want to go back inside for Sara's body, but I know that's foolish. There isn't time. There are probably more Silver Hunters on their way here now. They're like an infestation on the earth. You can take some out, but more always arrive. We hurry to the car, parked down the street. As we climb into it, I can feel the weight of Sara's death heavy on my shoulders. I glance at Davis, who is driving. His jaw is set, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. He's thinking the same thing I am: we need to find Winter.

But my biggest regret of all was telling him the exact same day he lost Sienna. When she came looking for Lucian, desperate to talk to him only moments after he had fled, and told us what had happened… it completely dismantled any remaining stilts holding our lives up. I gently pull away from Dominic, feeling entirely uncomfortable in my own skin as my wolf, Alex, howled her torment deep within my soul. I’d known something was deeply wrong that night. I saw the dead look in my son’s eyes, those eyes that were just a little darker than my own. I’d seen the fractured crystals, the silent plea for help that was presented in the form of a frame dripping in blood.

“Are you still with us?” “Yes, please don't call me Fang. My last name is Shoor,” I shrugged the gnawing thoughts aside. “I'm sorry, what was the question?” “ Okay, Miss Shoor. Did you notice anyone suspicious in the area before you walked in?” he asked, locking eyes with me, pen and notepad in hand. “No,” I muttered. “I told you,” Tristan’s furious voice drew our attention. “I walked in and found her dead. I’d like to go home now.”

ABBY {Monday, 3 days after the blood moon} “Anthony Gordon?” Blake asked. “How is that possible? He’s dead. He died in Jericho’s base when we set it on fire.” “He keeps appearing in my mind,” I said as I rubbed my temples. “He said we’re bound. And I can’t hide from him. He said he’s coming for me.” Blake paced the room with his hands on his waist. “Stay here, Abby,” he said as he put on his shirt and walked towards the front door. “I’ll be right back.”

“We’re going after them.” Soreth stared at her. “After what we just witnessed? That’s suicide.” Her gaze cut toward him, hard as obsidian. “It’s not suicide if Death itself demands it.” She turned toward the shattered window, watching the distant veins of gold snake through the dark horizon. “The world’s changing, Soreth. And if we don’t understand how…” She let the sentence die. The hum beneath their feet was rising again. “…then we’ll be buried with it.”

Sốphận, the game Jake claimed had stolen his father’s soul, the game he was hoping to destroy to release it. I failed Jake that night. I could’ve helped him. Could’ve done something, at least. Instead I ran. So it’s time to belly up to the bar for one last drink. Time to face the proverbial music, because I lost something that night, too. I’m not sure how, but when Jake disappeared I think a little bit of my soul got sucked away with him, either because of something mystical, or because I’d traded a piece of it away in my selfish escape. I don’t know how the box made it back to me. Regardless, after all these years it’s finally time to play the game. And if I win, if I wipe the slate clean,

Entering the lady's washroom she took of her bloody hand gloves, threw them in the dustbin, turned on the basin, and splashed water on her face. The consequences of working hours upon hours were visible in her body. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pale face, dark circles under her eyes, furrowed eyebrows, fatigue were evident on her face. A yawn of exhaustion left her mouth. She sighed deeply. Washing her face again, she left from there to her cabin.