City Of Lost Souls 소설 & 이야기

“No. Not yet. Let them chase shadows. Let them sniff out the rot in their own houses first. They need to believe they’re uncovering something meaningful. That they’re winning. We still have time.” I stood, the legs of the chair scraping softly against the floor. The rain battered against the tall windowpane, a quiet, calming rhythm that almost made me forget the fire building in my chest. I walked to the glass and looked down at the city below. It was large. Ugly. Alive. A breathing carcass dressed in neon, rot beneath its glamour. A place that devoured loyalty and spat out ambition. And yet it was mine. Every broken streetlight. Every gutter deal. Every scream swallowed by sirens.

The night smelled of rain and secrets. Kira stood on the rooftop of Sajah’s mansion, her hair whipping in the restless wind. Below her, Soul City glittered like a kingdom of fire—every light a warning, every shadow a threat. And yet, when Sajah’s arms slid around her waist from behind, the city itself seemed to vanish. “Look at it,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low, rough, and intoxicating. “Every building down there is a contract. Every flickering light, a signature of survival. I built this empire on blood and bargains.”

It roared. Avery stepped through the tear and staggered, nearly buckling under the sheer noise of it. The sky overhead was swollen purple, pulsing like a storm cloud. Below it stretched a city built from shadow and stone: towers carved from bone, bridges of glass that spanned bottomless pits, streets alive with endless whispers. The air was thick with them—thousands of voices, too faint to make out, weaving into a constant hiss. “Souls,” the reaper said, walking ahead without pause. “What’s left of them, anyway. Don’t listen too hard. They’ll drive you insane.”

They may have my blood in their hands, but the monster in me will be spilling more blood and destroying more lives. First, Lucy, then Cassidy...I'm no longer just a lost soul, I'm the devil incarnate.

Eryx, his hand hovering over the door's intricate handle, mused, "So, we're not just here by chance. We were meant to find this place." The door began to glow, responding to Eryx's touch. Slowly, it creaked open, revealing a sprawling cityscape bathed in twilight. Towering structures, grand palaces, and winding canals stretched out before them, but the city was eerily silent. Seraphina, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "It's magnificent. Like a dream frozen in time." As they ventured into the city, they felt a presence, as if the city itself was watching, waiting. Suddenly, from the shadows, ethereal figures emerged — the lost souls of the city's inhabitants.

I look around and all I see is greenery and a beautiful sight. At 'Zeon, all I could see was the cemented walls. The only day I could see light was when the investors came by and the management wanted to deceive them. My friends, orphans like me would do anything to get out of there but luckily I made it. After what happen last night, I don't even know if I would ever meet them again. The chirping of the little lovely birds brought me back to my reality. I need to run, run to not get trapped and live a prisoners life again. A tiny bug creeps onto my left shoulder from the rock I was laying on,

I was proud of what I had built, but there was no pride in what the city had become, a safe haven for those cast out from Packs, Clans, Sleuths, and Clowders. Where the lonely and rejected came, looking for that spark they lost. Needless to say, the city has been dubbed ‘The Lonely City.' It was thriving but with all the wrong people. Drugs, prostitution, illegal fighting rings, gambling, and drinking. And I had let it become this way. I was the main antagonizer, encouraging this way of life, dominating the underworld, and allowing the scum of the realm to take up residence in my city. The other friend was kneeling before me, now sucking my cock as hard as she could, gagging, trying to fit a

Well, it’s not Burj Khalifa, or Taipei 101, or not even close in height to New York’s Empire State Building, but when you got a job, you have to make the best of it. I look up at the sky which is full of stars, with no clouds anywhere in sight. The moon is up, big and so fucking tempting than those eyes with a purple rim around the globes. I sigh and shake my head. Why do I remember her all of a sudden? It was so fucking long ago. It was like another lifetime. Like my whole life was just a blur after her. Life… do I even call this life? During the day, I am the most damn gentleman with the most elegant suit on, and smiling and shaking hands with those hypocrites all the time. But at nighttim

She prayed to almighty that she should never see Ashton again in these six months, that she was going to spend in this city, for the fact she would never be able to tame her heart which, she knew still beat for him. Crystal was initially sad to leave behind her friends at school but when her grandfather consoled her that she would get more friends in Manhattan, she instantly agreed to travel. She fell in love with the huge skyscrapers and busy roads. She was clapping and squealing happily at everything her eyes landed on. Katherine watched her daughter with a pain filled smile. This was the place Cris was supposed to be born and brought up in but her fate had other plans. “Where are we going

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.