City Of Lost Souls Novels & Stories

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

#The Quarter# #Los_Angeles# #The supernaturals# When I screamed harder, I meant the sex and not the entire relationship ♥Elena's POV♥ Once upon a time in a city named Los-Angeles, an explosion of heatwave erected in the air making every individual both supernatural and human squirmish and sweaty and that invited a long and lazy restlessness to the summer days. People paraded the city in wide-brimmed hats and kept trouping into the bar to order for iced drinks and liquors.

"If the King senses the broadcast source, you shut it down and run back to the Cinder-Veins. Do not wait for me." "We never wait for you, Mama," Ace said with a small, defiant smirk. "We just catch up." The Anatomy of the Inversion The descent into the city was a masterclass in tension. I moved through the "Silent Slums"—the lower districts where the wolfless and the poor had once lived. Now, the streets were paved with a layer of "Frost-Glass"—the same material the King used to trap souls.

Emma closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of the city soak in, calming her nerves while filling her with excitement. By the time she reached her apartment, the sky was dusky, the streetlamps flickering on. The small, cozy apartment welcomed her with cream-colored walls and a tiny balcony overlooking a cobblestone street. She placed her suitcase down, exhaling deeply. This was her new life. Emma unpacked carefully, arranging her clothes, setting up her laptop, and placing a photograph on the desk — a reminder of the life she had left behind and the courage that brought her here. Stepping onto the balcony, she breathed in the crisp evening air. A faint violin melody floated up from the street b

The thought was an ice pick to his heart, freezing the blood in his veins. A primal, nameless terror—the fear of permanent loss—yawned open beneath him, threatening to swallow him whole. He shoved past his mother, past the grasping hands, and ran. He burst from the chaotic cathedral like a madman. His armored Maybach became a projectile, screaming through intersections, running every red light, until it skidded to a halt before the smoldering, blackened skeleton of the Caruso estate.

Veer was shouting but his mind was numb to listen to his surroundings as he ran towards his car like a madman. After rashly driving for 15 mins on the route she usually takes he saw something. Something which was enough to give him a painful death. Something which was enough to give him a life full of miseries. Something which was enough to make him believe that eternity is just an illusion... The sound of sirens was all he heard. And...ashes were all he saw. The fire looked like a fire-breathing dragon, puffing away vicariously. The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple as he saw nobody trying to put out the fire because it was of no use. Everything was already turned into a

As we get nearer my wolf stirs in my mind and I instantly look around to sense if there's a threat. Do you feel that? I link Orion who's walking with me Feel what? Orion asks confused. Something's not right.... I reply as we hear a scream and glass shatter a few feet in front of us. Aside from that drunken mess on the floor over there?! Orion says looking less than impressed. We walk over to the headless figure on the ground. A pair of legs sticking out. It groans "who put those steps there?" A hundred quid says she complains about these steps Orion links smirking at me.

Damian’s POV The drive home was an exile, each passing streetlight a reminder of everything that had been lost. The city was sodden—buildings blurred and reflected in the slick obsidian of the tarmac, shadows clinging to alleyways where ambition and regret shared cigarettes. The storm’s remnants lingered, just enough to drown the city in melancholy, just enough to remind me what it meant to be hunted by grief.

"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.