Romans & histoires City Of Lost Souls

"I know and I'll go. There's nothing I'm doing here anyway. At the same time, I don't want to go. I'm so confused." nd Although Nesrin looked at Kerem and was sad, she extended her hand and held the young man's hand. His smile was full of love and compassion. I know. We found an underground city. Our team is very lucky in that respect. It also attracted the attention of the press. The whole world will see those historical artifacts tonight. It will be a change for us, too."

She lost the aura of being a princess and she turned out to be a bad chick. I look around. I must say, partying in clubs is fun. Looking at people dancing at each other. Drinking alcohol and smoking. You really are free. Seeing them makes me think we are not that different from humans. We can do what human can do, but they can't do what we can. "Hey lady, wanna dance with me?" Some stranger approached me and invited me for a dance. "No. I'm with someon—." Kyla is gone. I stood up and looked around only to see her jumping and dancing at the dance floor.

BRANDEN "Good morning sir" my house keeper greeted politely. I walked past her in silence, I was in no mood to exchange greetings with anyone. There's nothing good about this fucking morning. I feel completely empty and withdrawn. Nothing fucking matters and I had no idea someone's absence would take such a huge turn on my mood. It wasn't just my mood but it felt like part of my soul was missing. I was very certain I had no feelings for Diana but I don't know why I can't get her off my mind.

She had simply disappeared into thin air as if she’d never been there in the first place. Abigail’s eyes flew open, she was physically drained and a sort of humming filled her entire body. A humming that she had never experienced before. A humming that spoke to her soul and made her feel a great loss. A sense of sadness washed over Abigail and a tear slid down her cheek. *** Caleb and Leah stood by one of the bonfires chatting about all that they were going to get up to during their summer break. They were both going to be working at Silver Stardust, so they would be spending each day in each other’s company.

The fog rolled off the Thames like a shroud, and the lights of the city felt distant and artificial. ​I sat in a small, cramped apartment in a part of the city where people didn't ask names and the police didn't like to linger. I was no longer Leona. I was Leo Thorne, a quiet, grieving widow with a growing belly and a sharp set of knives hidden in every room. ​I spent my nights staring at the King of Spades lighter, flicking the flame on and off until the fluid ran dry. I didn't cry anymore. Crying was for the living. I was just a vessel for a ghost.

He kept his eyes on the road, but his jaw was set in a hard, jagged line. "If the Shadow wins," he whispered, "I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of this city for him to rule. I’ll burn the 2026 world to the ground before I let him use my hands to hurt you again." We reached the city limits. The skyscrapers of the modern world looked like teeth against the night sky. Somewhere in that concrete maze was the truth of Life Zero. Somewhere, the Scythe of Souls was waiting. But as we passed a billboard for the hospital, I saw a face I recognized. It was a digital ad for a new "Neurological Wellness Center."

Victor made a noise somewhere behind Damien. Nobody acknowledged it. Then Astera raised a glowing hand. Above them, the city lights shifted. Images appeared in the air. Living memories. Ancient scenes projected across the cavern. Everyone looked up. And gasped. The images showed the Lost City. Not abandoned. Not sleeping. Alive. Thriving. Thousands of people walked its streets. Silver towers reached toward the sky. Children laughed. Families gathered. Life existed everywhere. Then the image changed. A disaster. The sky cracked open with silver storms.

The morning light over the city looked deceptively peaceful. Glass towers reflected the soft gold of sunrise, as though nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. But inside Hayes Global Enterprises, chaos had already begun spreading through the company. “Withdraw everything. Now.” A client’s voice snapped through the speakerphone before the line abruptly went dead. Beep. Silence. Sophia Hayes stood motionless in her office, staring at the blinking red light on the phone. Another contract was lost. Her assistant lingered hesitantly by the door. “Ma’am… that was the third major client this morning.”

I asked, curious and excited at the same time. "I don't know if he's even real. My head messes up with me sometimes. I had dreams instead of visions, and I am doubting the authenticity of them. Perhaps, I've become delusional. Losing my magic is tragic and I had to be strong to keep myself sane. Forgive me, perhaps my mind just made up this person, a product of what my most desperate desires." "But we could try," I said, convincing him. "We have nothing else to lose anyway."