City Of Lost Souls นิยาย & เรื่องราว

No way. Her channel let him in like always but this time, he was different. It was not his body’s desire to find his release, but his passion to make her scream his name and let the whole world hear it. On the top of this city, he wanted to lose himself in her. He wanted to be one with her and to make her melt into himself. He wanted to make her his, now and forever.

The city’s underbelly was a maze of shadows, its rundown safe house a crumbling relic of forgotten loyalties. Gianna Moretti stood in the doorway, her leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes heavy with grief. Alessio, her former mentor and father figure, had vanished after the city’s power vacuum, his absence a wound after Lorenzo’s betrayal of their mothers. The Order of Cinders, led by Viktor Crane, was exploiting the unrest, their manifesto—uncovered in the docks raid—hinting at a larger plan to seize the underworld. Gianna’s jaw clenched, their rooftop kiss, Kai’s vow, a flame that burned through her fear of losing another piece of her past.

"Relax. Tonight, we're on the same side. But if I do happen to die there, at least make sure my grave is a pretty one, will you?" The West District was the rotting belly of Malora City. A graveyard for industrial giants, now leaving behind only the rusted skeletons of factory buildings, their walls peeling like burnt skin. The air here was heavy with the stench of old oil, chemicals seeped into the soil, and the faint, suppressed scent of spiritual energy—the aura of dark deals made while the city slept. This was a den of lions, far more alive and savage than any spiritual market in the city center.

London was a ghost, and Sabe its haunt. He floated through the city's substructures—the storm sewers, the access tunnels, the secret spaces between the glinting spires—a specter of hurt and purpose. The rain had soaked his stolen coat, the water soaking into the bandages beneath, burning on his back with a numb, inescapable pain. Every siren, every shout, every inattentive glance seemed like a beam slicing through the darkness searching for him.

The taste of her was a brand on my soul, the last piece of light I would take with me into the darkness. The Sterling Theater was a skeletal ruin against the bruised purple of the dawn sky. It stood like a grand, decaying tomb. My father’s name was still faintly visible, carved into the stone above the grand, boarded-up entrance. It felt like a desecration that Cassian had made this place his nest. My four-man team and I didn’t go near the entrance. Guided by Isabella’s discovery, we entered through a rusted maintenance grate two blocks away, descending into the city’s forgotten underbelly. We were ghosts hunting a ghost.

Every pipe I hit exploded in a shower of steam and sparks, the stolen energy returning to the stone in a violent rush. ​But as I went deeper, I realized the Iron City was larger than we had ever imagined. It was not just a city. It was a metal rot that had replaced the core of the Earth. I saw thousands of cages lining the tunnel walls, filled with creatures I did not recognize. There were spirits of the wind trapped in glass jars and sirens of the deep chained to steam boilers. The West was not just conquering land. They were harvesting the soul of the planet itself.

[The Architecture of Ashes] The skyline of the city didn't look like a center of commerce anymore; it looked like a ledger of debts about to be settled in blood. Dante Moretti sat in the back of a blacked-out SUV, his face illuminated only by the rhythmic, amber flash of the streetlights passing by. He hadn't slept in seventy-two hours. Sleep was a luxury for men who had something to lose; Dante had already lost the only thing that kept his soul anchored to the earth.

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

I am going to follow her and see where it leads me? She is leading me further into the city. It is so beautiful. I have heard stories about topside from all the lost souls I tried to help. I never imagined this. I cannot believe what I am seeing. I could get lost in this music. The city sounds are heavenly. Well, maybe not heavenly. The people are so beautiful. I am in complete awe of everything around me. I have spent my entire life in the underworld. I was a prisoner for so long. I occupied my time helping others. Now I see why the souls missed topside.

From the last night beating i got tired and didn't even got to realise time so i forgot and now i am late to school . I went up to my room or you can say attic , i sleep on mattress and just have one small cupboard, I never asked mom or dad why i deserve this because whenever i ask something i get harsh reply or beating She always says that its my fault. My fault ? About what? That i too don't know . I looked myself in the mirror and i only see a girl with Broken heart, scars,deep bags , broken ribs. I look life lifeless soul. I have been alive just because of FAITH. I believe that somewhere out there i have people who love me , someone who cares for me .