All Souls Trilogy Deborah Harkness Novels & Stories

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

"And you are not in a simulation. You are in a Consensus. The Earth did die, Leo. Centuries ago. There is no New York. There is no London. There is only the Vance-Thorne Ark, a satellite the size of a moon, carrying the consciousness of eight billion 'Unwanted' souls. We run these 'Regret Cycles' to keep the human spark from flatlining in the silence of space." The Conflict of the Soul Meilin stood in front of Elian, who was frozen like a statue, his data-stream stalled. "So my life... my pain... it was just a battery?" she asked, her voice trembling with a rage that finally broke the Curator’s calm. "You made me lose my son, you made me hate the man I loved, just to keep your 'Ark' running?

The silence between us grew sharp, dangerous. “I don’t believe you,” she said at last, but her voice trembled. “I can’t. I’m not her. I’m me.” “I know,” I said quickly, stepping closer. “I know you’re Rory. But you *feel* like her. Every time you look at me, it’s like the past is making its way back. And when your power exploded tonight…” My chest ached as I admitted the truth. “I knew. You are the Harbinger because you’ve carried her soul across centuries.”

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

“And you—what are you doing here?” “Delicious. Would you believe me if I said your own hatred summoned me?” She ran her tongue over her lips, a gesture that sent a chill down my spine. “I am Sora Rhea, darling—little sister to your Dark God, the reaper of damned souls who make pacts with my brother.” “If that were true, you would have appeared long ago!” I gasped, my vision blurring even more. “You’re not as slow as Nocturnus predicted. Interesting.” She bit the tip of one sharp nail, stepping closer. “I’m the one who harvests souls in the name of our dark lord.”

They sought clues in ancient texts, deciphered cryptic riddles, and followed whispered tales. Finally, after weeks of tireless searching, they found the final God Supreme soul hidden within the heart of a child, a beacon of innocence amidst the world's darkness. With gentle care, they retrieved the soul, its purity filling them with renewed hope. Reunited at last, the three God Supreme souls pulsed with collective energy, their light illuminating the world once again. Balance was restored, and the realm of the supernatural breathed a collective sigh of relief. The air hung heavy with anticipation as Lady Susan and Ryan stepped into the dimly lit hideout. The flickering torchlight cast long,

“She severed his hold. She broke free. She shattered him. How did he take what she didn’t give?” Lunaris closed his eyes. “He did not take it from your body,” he murmured. “He took it from your soul.” Alessia’s heart hammered once—sharp enough to burn through her ribs. “My soul,” she said calmly but lethally. “Explain.” Solaris stepped down from her floating throne. Her flame dimmed, as though she lowered her rank to speak with Alessia as an equal. “When you died in your former world,” Solaris said, “your soul fractured.”

The whispers became a roar, the abyss convulsing as something ancient, something vast, wrapped around Rael’s very soul. The book in his hands disintegrated. For one fleeting second, he saw everything, the cycle, the throne, the truth behind the Hollowed One’s creation, the reason the First King had tried to end it all. The weight of centuries pressed into him, breaking him, reforging him. And then, silence. When the light faded, the others were still standing. Elior, Bram, Myrra. Even Vame. But Rael… Rael was no longer the same.

Sarah and I were terrified, our faces pale as ghosts, not daring even to breathe loudly. We gripped each other's hands tightly, trembling nonstop. That voice circled around the house several times, sometimes near, sometimes far, but I refused to answer. After a while, the voice disappeared. Sarah and I breathed a sigh of relief, but we still didn't dare move a step. We could only hope Nutty would quickly bring his uncle. Nutty's uncle, Peter Walters, was the village's folk healer. Whenever a child in the village got frightened by spirits, families would seek Peter to perform cleansing rituals.