All Souls Trilogy Deborah Harkness Novels & Stories

A white light bursts from my chest and shoots down the street. “Let’s go.” Bella keeps hold of my hand to maintain the spell in Jamal’s nullifying aura. We race through the streets, following the light to a rocky section of beach. I smell the blood before I see anything. A lot of it. The compartment I shoved my emotions into? Obliterated. I drop Bella’s hand—the spell dies—but I don’t need it anymore. I smell her. Her blood. I sprint toward the rocks. And I find them. The bodies of Roweena, Iona, and the Red One—Nyx’s mother.

"You'll feel different in there. Your soul signature is unusual. Without your counterparts, you're not reading as wolf or demon-blood to the Neverplain's natural sorting mechanisms. That's not a weakness. Use it. The entities that hunt in the shattered-souls realm are keyed to specific signatures. You might be able to move through spaces they'd catch Harper in." "Reassuring," I said. I meant it, actually. "You stand here," Brianna told me, indicating a position within the primary circle. "Harper, here." Adjacent, close enough to maintain contact. "Marcus-" She looked at him. Marcus had his arms crossed again. "I'm not doing this."

He was disappearing into his own obsession. "Choose, Dante," Silas Vane’s voice drifted from the shadows of the high altar, smooth and clinical. "The child’s synthesis is incomplete. She has the shadows, but she needs the spark. She needs the soul that generated the resonance. One of you has to step into the third pillar. One of you has to become the ghost so the other can remain whole."

She couldn’t feel the bottom of her feet anymore. “Humph! Be buried without a grave,” said Agatha, with her steady blue eyes. “Shit! She’s got me. I have fallen into her trap.” “I will make sure that all the souls you cheated in life comes back and visit you one last time before you meet Satan himself.” “NO! NO! NOOOOO!” “They will digged out your soul from where you leeched in the ground.” Then from behind Agatha, a group of shadows emerges. Restless souls were popping up from the ground. The victim’s souls were crawling and limping towards Elva. Faceless women with their skin missing were licking their fingers as they were itching for Elva.

Josh commanded as he ran ahead of Asher down the long brightly lit hospital corridor. "I'm coming." Asher sighed picking up his pace to keep up with his son. It had been three months since Summer had fallen from the second floor of Jackson's mansion in an attempt to end everything. Three long months of unknown, would she wake up... unknown... would she remain a vegatable... unknown.... would she die...unknown.

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".

Da Vinci's was. The predominant color of the candles was red and as the flames swayed with the steady flow of the air in the atmosphere, the reddish hue in the room continued to deepen. Officer Hilary was gripped with fear as he realized that he was alone. There was no sign of his friend, yet. He pushed further from the anteroom and opened the next door which also did not resist. He stood still by the door and watched the woman seated on the floor gazing at a much older man before her. Officer Hilary swallowed hard. This must be the Shaman, he thought.

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.

Authoress POV Many things are being exposed. Henry and his wife, Peggy, live in a small and strange old town. So far the seed of Lucifer has been planted in the womb of Peggy, Henry's wife. Problems are now piled up for Peggy. She sees demons, witches, beasts and other mysterious creatures everywhere she goes. She no longer has peace of mind. So is the price to pay for being the chosen to carry the son of Lucifer. And through the Unknown POV we find out that Old Magritte and the herbal woman were demons all along.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”