All Souls Trilogy Deborah Harkness Novels & Stories

Thorn yelled above the thunder rolls, "I find you guilty of five hundred years of wrongs and over a hundred stolen souls.” She tried regaining her strength, but it was fading fast... The scream that finally tore from her was not one of rage but the sound of all the souls finally finding their freedom from the evil that had bound them. We all watched as hundreds of souls rose from the evil they could not escape. With a final cry, she fell, nothing left to her but black ashes that were blown away by the storm's wind. It was over. It only took one fatal blow. Kira signaled for Sarah, as Ryker had turned to leave, the cellar doors opened, and Sarah came out, helping her.

The sheer, staggering magnitude of the sight stole the breath from Ava's lungs. Then, a profound understanding struck her. This was Atlas. Not the corrupted network Marcus had weaponized, not the invasive technology, and not the sterile laboratory experiments. This was the true foundation resting beneath everything—the sacred reservoir where every digitized human soul and emotional resonance eventually settled when freed from physical constraints. And directly among those countless, drifting lights, three specific stars glowed infinitely brighter than the rest. Daniel. Prototype One. Prototype Two. Three fractured souls, three incomplete lives, orbiting one another in a perpetual, agonizing

He wouldn't be a physical threat, would he? Vigtor Norvegius might be a stranger to her, but he remembered their past. Galene banked on his familial affection and hoped he wouldn't use her as a pawn in his fight for survival. And damn—she liked Miro. Her sister was a strange mix of innocence and predator. Would that be Galene one day? Or would she retain her human lessons and her identity? The doorbell rang and Galene jerked. She silently crept down the passage, her fluffy pink socks blocking any sound. Harper was away for the weekend. When her phone buzzed, she clutched it to her chest before glancing at the screen.

“ 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.

Jenna’s heart hammered as they moved through the hidden corridor, the walls closing in, the sense of being hunted intensifying with every step. At the end of the passage, a man waited—a figure cloaked in darkness, face obscured beneath a hood. He spoke in a voice gravelly with warning. “You’ve been marked,” he said to Jenna. “Nathan Vale isn’t the only one after what you carry. Others want it too—and they won’t hesitate to kill.” Jenna’s throat went dry. “What… what do you mean?” The man reached into his coat and produced a small device—a flash drive, black and unmarked.

He didn’t like Nico and that was okay, but I did need him to be cooperative while we fought this war. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door, and before any of them could answer it, the door opened, and in walked Sophia and Aurora. These belonged on a runway, they both had bodies to die for. To say I was shocked that they were in my room would be an understatement. “Yes I know, I’m the last person you thought would come to see you. Just know that Aurora and I both know what is about to happen. She has seen it and I was the one who cast the spell, I didn’t know if it would work but clearly, it has.”

Rumor had it that she had been betrayed by someone she trusted, leading to a tragic end that left her spirit restless and vengeful. A chill ran down my spine as I read the details of the sorceress's demise, realizing that her tale bore a striking resemblance to the events unfolding in Sleepy Hollow. Could it be that her spirit was still lingering in the shadows, seeking retribution for the betrayal that had cost her everything? With a sense of urgency driving us forward, we made preparations to return to Sleepy Hollow and confront the malevolent spirit of the sorceress. My parents gathered their weapons and potions once more, readying themselves for a battle that would test our courage and r

“You need to… stop… my sister. The Dark Demon… cannot be… awakened.” My blood turned cold. This ritual wasn't about summoning the dark powers, but their embodiment. My mouth opened, questions forming at the tip of my tongue, but before I could voice them, Saura's hand turned limp, and her eyes closed. “Saura?” I whispered, even though I knew she wouldn't answer. She was already gone. Her soul drifted to meet the gods. *** Three days had passed since we'd buried Saura and Ivelle, two days since Julissa had returned from the Malachite Mountains with Heletria's old books and notes.

Let the entire world burn in the unfathomable pain I feel today. “They were right all along…” I shuddered at that voice. In front of me was the soul of the woman that I had torn apart and locked in the cores. Allarya. “You were a mistake, the biggest mistake of my life. And I shall correct it today.” The blinding light that erupted from Zeve’s body stood as an army of white glowing ghosts of the sorcizens all around me. The souls of female sorcizens who sacrificed themselves — something that I made them do. There were over two hundred of them.

A white sheet of snow cuts the outside world off from view. The only light comes from the flickering torches against the walls. Bowden isn’t here like he was the last time, and I feel completely and utterly abandoned, cold, and lonely. “Why aren’t they waking?” Deborah asks, her face pulled into a frown of confusion. “You could never wake them,” Lauren says from the darkness. I swivel my head in all directions, looking for her. “Not by yourselves. They were dead and you forced them from their afterlife, pulling their souls into the void.”