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Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

It was time to uncover more to protect our pack from whatever threat lay ahead. I walked into the calm and regal study and moved to the leather chair. I sat and ran my fingertips over the old thither pages of the manuscript. Opening the book again, a renewed sense of determination washed over me. I was eager to unravel the depths of the blessing I had been bestowed and to grasp its full potential. Engrossed in the pages, I was drawn deeper into Mirabai’s account. I had progressed more than halfway through when I stumbled upon her instructions, carefully penned for the “next gifted soul,” as if she was addressing me directly.

Reyna Andrews • I was a useless, pathetic omega. And for the first time, I realized that being alive isn't worth it. But I was wrong. I was cleaning the dirty floors of the packhouse. That day was my birthday. I just turned 17, it was then that I found out that the future alpha was my mate, who he came back from school. He was my soulmate. The one who was supposed to be my prince charming like my childhood imagination. I always knew he'll love me no matter what. Even if I'm broken.

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

“I didn’t choose it, but this chose me when I was searching for some other book in the library. Also, this doesn’t include harming any other creature.” “Yes! Yes! How can I forget that fact.” Brandon mumbled. “Are you ashamed of it?” “No. Not at all. I’m just surprised. I hope you keep learning more and more about it.” Brandon said, on which Sophia nodded before leaning her head on his chest. He was having a hard time consuming the fact that Sophia had trained to catch lost souls and help them to reach their world and sometimes evil souls, to whom she had to forcefully send in their world. In the hunter’s book, it was mentioned that only a hunter whose pure heart was blessed with this power

“I mean, because of my brother, the afterlife was in chaos? And, why? Syne didn’t collect his soul? Wait, he didn’t even die. What’s to collect? How did he ruin the afterlife?” “Your brother was once a human. You were once a human when your parents sealed your blood and gave you to the human world. Syne gave her blood to your human brother instead of letting him die for me to pass his sentence,” he explained. "Your soul's brother ruined the afterlife, so until that soul passes here…" he pointed out to the people in line. They looked so tired, like they’ve been waiting for a thousand years. They cannot hear us and cannot even see us. They stood there wondering though they never left their pla

His look spoke for him; he thought I had lost my mind. “Xandra, I think everything that's going on with Sasha and the case is affecting you more than you'd like to admit. Maybe, you need to take a little break from all this, babe.” I shouted. “I'm not fucking crazy, Liam, what I saw was real.” “Okay, where is this so-called spirit you speak of now?” He mocked me, raising his eyebrow. “I don't know. It was inches from me, burning its green eyes into mine and the next thing I knew...you were touching me.”

he said. I held the book tighter, “Power like this isn’t stored in people for a reason,” I said, slowly opening the book. “It’s stored in inanimate vessels for a reason—books, stones, crystals—because they don’t have souls to corrupt.” I paused, saying through gritted teeth, “they don’t feel.” My heart pounded but I continued, “They don’t break under the weight of it.” Silence at first and then suddenly he understood. He already knew what I was going to do. He saw it in my face. Too late.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all......