City Of Lost Souls Novels & Stories

Leaving Blackthorn At the shattered main gates where the nightmare had begun, the three survivors paused. Kael looked back at the ruined campus — smoke rising, bodies everywhere, the place that had once been his entire world. “Everything I knew is gone,” he said quietly. Serena took his hand. Damien took the other. “Then we make a new world,” she whispered. They stepped through the broken gates into the outside world. The City of the Damned The highway leading into the city was a graveyard of abandoned cars, overturned trucks, and corpses. Fires burned unchecked in the distance. The once-bustling metropolis of Eldridge City was now a silent tomb under a blood-red sky.

The houses were on each side of the street, and the street went on forever. "What....what is happening?" Kasey shakily asked, her mind already concluding. "It's the souls of the dead... replaying scenes of their lives..." Belasco softly said, sorrow coating his words. "I'm also known as the lord of the lost. These souls will never be free. Not one person has managed to break their cycle since eons ago... These are my people. But yet...I can't help them." Kasey fell quiet, letting Belasco continue leading her to the other side of the street and through another alley. All the way until they reach what looked like it could've been a farming field. But nothing grew. It was now just dried soil. "

It was a version of it where the buildings were made of human souls, their frequencies woven into a perfect, terrifying tapestry. "Look at them," Silas said, pointing to the glowing threads below. "No more fear. No more conflict. No more 'baselines' struggling to understand a world that has outgrown them. They are the city, and the city is them. Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it the ultimate design?" "It’s a graveyard, Silas," I spat, the effort of maintaining the link in the real world causing blood to pour from my ears. "A city is supposed to breathe. It’s supposed to change. You’ve built a mausoleum and called it progress."

It was a place where the broken souls sought refuge, their haunted eyes reflecting the demons that danced within. The neon sign flickered eerily, casting an ethereal glow upon the desolate streets. As I approached the entrance, a sense of foreboding settled upon me, like a noose tightening around my neck. I crossed the threshold, and the atmosphere shifted, charged with a palpable darkness that clung to my skin. This was where I belonged, in the seedy underbelly where the wretched and damned found solace.

If I brought them to mine, they would probably be ignorant to most thing in my world. We are all living to the same kingdom but we are living on a different life. “But… that’s really uncomfortable. I mean… sleeping outside when its cozy inside” The cement floor is cold and hard. Plus, the wind is also chilly. And since the city quiets down at one in the morning, they have to sleep in noisy surroundings or maybe they won’t sleep until the city tones down. “If we can, we would” “If you can?” the guy looked creeped out. I know that a small is smile is evident on my face right now. I know what to do now. The guy was looking at me with a puzzled eye.

He said as he ends the call. Conrad repeats her mother’s request to the cashier and pays for it. He steps aside and waits for the pizza. While he waits for the pizza, he scrolls through F******k to see if there are any interesting happened. Then he stumbled upon a post by one of his friends in high school. An old picture of him with his old high school friends. Seeing a picture of them made Conrad miss his old friends more. Now that they’re about to attend college, all of them moved by the time they graduated. Conrad was left in Philadelphia since he still has work to do.

he clenches his fist by just remembering his name. Gaston is the leader of the werewolf hunters. Those guys have been hunting them for so many years, they are mainly the reason why a lot of the pack members lost their loved ones. Even other packs on the other territories fear them. They have a lot of strong members with a high-powered weapons. They are using silver bullets which is the weakness of every werewolf. We'll except him. He was born immune to silver. He was just waiting for this moment that he will get to find Alice and he promised to kill all those hunters who are making their lives miserable.

Authoress POV Many things are being exposed. Henry and his wife, Peggy, live in a small and strange old town. So far the seed of Lucifer has been planted in the womb of Peggy, Henry's wife. Problems are now piled up for Peggy. She sees demons, witches, beasts and other mysterious creatures everywhere she goes. She no longer has peace of mind. So is the price to pay for being the chosen to carry the son of Lucifer. And through the Unknown POV we find out that Old Magritte and the herbal woman were demons all along.

“I will help you, okay? You will regain everything that belongs to you, my son, and he owns one of the companies in the City of Bloom. It will be a big help. For now, stay here with me and let me have a daughter for a while, okay?” Selene nodded at Elina and hugged her again, “Thank you, Aunt Elina. I really needed this hug, thank you,” she whispered. When the sun was about to set, Elina toured Selene around the place. Selene, though she’s in another world, there are a lot of people there, she asked Elina about it, and she said that they are their people. She was confused at first about why they needed that number of people, but she didn’t mind it anymore. She was so engrossed looking around

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ 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.”