All Souls Trilogy Deborah Harkness Novels & Stories

She gasped, pulling her hand back. Hayden was at her side in an instant. “Ava, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she breathed, her voice shaky. “It just... it felt like it was pulling something from me.” Hayden’s brow furrowed. “Your soul.” Ava’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Was this the connection she had been missing all along? The furies’ attacks, the strange feeling of being incomplete—it all made sense now. Her soul wasn’t fully her own. It was tied to this place, to the Underworld.

I glared at him, I hadn't seen him since my aunt Aurora had told me about his involvement in what had happened, and now that I had, hatred coursed through me. "We can't put the lives of our members at risk any more than it is. It is disappointing that this is what we've come to." Damon said, running a hand through his hair. "I promise Alpha," Alex started. "We've tried our best and we're continuing to do so but at this point, I think it's safe to assume the sorceress is no longer on our lands." A nod of agreement went around the table. "If she was, we would have found her by now." An older man said.

And noticing something strange in his eyes, Adelard said, "I don't want to drink anything." "You are sad, so let me help you," Andrew said and pulled his chair closer to him. Adelard's heart began to race and Celeste appeared before his eyes. "I think it's time for me to go," he said and this time he was able to escape. What next? Suzanne's death, this big city that looked at him with big eyes and its secrets that were tired of being forgotten. Running away was impossible. Running away from himself all the more so. The voices in his head were louder than Adelard thought. They were so loud that he didn't hear the sound of a car engine, the stomping of horses' hooves, and the next moment, unex

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.

"If our father was hiding this, she might have seen the signs years ago and not even known what they meant. She knows the scent of a corrupted soul better than anyone." "Exactly," Fennigan said. "Elias, keep digging into the 'how.' Find the chemical breakdown. But I’m going to bring Veda in. She, Thorpe, and Horne represent the triad of our history. If there is a way to protect a human soul from a synthetic wolf’s bite, they will find it in the old lore." Elias nodded, finally feeling his pulse slow down to a non-lethal rhythm. The idea of a healer—someone who worked with the living, breathing essence of a person rather than just data—was a relief.

She reached out a hand—a pale, trembling hand—and touched the violet starlight of the obsidian blade. "You... you survived," the girl whispered, her voice sounding like the crinkle of dry parchment. The moment their fingers touched, the North began to "Unweave." It wasn't a deletion; it was an "Archive Search." Silas felt himself being pulled through the "Library of Souls"—a miles-wide chamber beneath the keep where all the "scripts" of the North were stored. He saw rows upon rows of glowing violet scrolls, each one representing an "Alternate Ending" that had almost happened.

she asks as she sits on the coffee table opposite me and Carter moves to sit on the arm. “Apparently so. The Alphas need to do their jobs or face their packs being wiped out. I hope they know the severity of this?” I ask her and she nods her head as she leans against her knees. “They do, lets hope their members get the memo. That last thing I want to do is have to level a pack because of a few chancers who fancy trying to kill you without being in the arena. But if it comes to it, I will.” With Gaia being the Goddess of Hell and the Harbinger of Death. The position has its consequences, especially for those that break the rules. They will meet her, she is the one that is the executioner. I k

Brianna said. “Well, where is it?” Elias asked and Brianna shook her head. I took a deep breath. I knew now what Caroline was talking about when she said I would have a reason to visit hell again. “I know where it is,” I said, and they both looked at me. “It’s in the land of the shattered souls.” THE END The Divine Order Series will Complete in Book 3 - The Gamma's Shattered Soul (Due for completion April 2024)

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.

The Totality is standing between my two selves still offering forced merge. The Collectors are waiting for answer about archiving me. And the Council’s three angry members are counting down to Reset with satisfaction. “Two days and twenty hours remaining,” they announce. Then something shifts in the gap that makes Anna gasp. “The three thousand dead are moving,” she says with shock. “All of them at once, unified in purpose.” I look through Death’s Keeper awareness and see it happening, the three thousand souls I anchored as Void-Dead, who I protected as Death’s Shepherd, all rising with singular intent.