Feral Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

"To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul." Gray leaned over my shoulder. "Three souls." I kept reading. "The Mighty Alpha Soul must come from a living Alpha of great power. The Maiden Soul must come from one touched by the divine. The Ancient Wolf Soul must come from a wolf who has lived beyond natural years." "They need to kill three specific types of wolves," Gray said. "Yes," I said. My voice was hollow. "And use their souls to resurrect Malachar." I turned the page. There was more.

She had used our father’s soul to create a second shadow—a twisted, necrotic version of the Alpha Silas. "The Trinity is incomplete," the herald hissed, its voice like the grinding of teeth. "The fire and the light have awakened the earth. But the Void has claimed the sky. Come to the Sapphire Throne, children of the Blood-Crag. Come and see the father you killed rise to serve the night." The herald shattered the mirror, and the black rain intensified, turning the snow into a sludge of gore. I looked at Kaelen. His face was set in a mask of lethal determination. He looked at the thousands of newly awakened wolves, then at me.

"It has been awakened." Amarok stepped forward, protective. "Who are you?" "I am one of the guardians of the ancient bond. One of the witches left to watch over the island," she said. "And what has happened today has not happened in hundreds of years." "Tell us," Curtis said firmly. "What does this mean?" "Only the six souls destined can complete what the gods began," she said. "But the circle is broken until the girls receive their wolves." Tara's hand tightened around Taylor's.

A soul that has been marked. A soul that has been chosen to break the cycle; a soul that has been chosen to save the world. A soul chosen to be the beacon of the night. The night of three moons, a night of terror, a night of pain. A night of blood, fire, and death. The she-wolf of two worlds, the she-wolf of three hearts, the she-wolf of one soul. The future of the pack. The future of all. The beacon of the night, the she-wolf of light, the soul that has been silenced, the she-wolf that will break the cycle.

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

Brianna said. “Well, where is it?” Elias asked and Brianna shook her head. I took a deep breath. I knew now what Caroline was talking about when she said I would have a reason to visit hell again. “I know where it is,” I said, and they both looked at me. “It’s in the land of the shattered souls.” THE END The Divine Order Series will Complete in Book 3 - The Gamma's Shattered Soul (Due for completion April 2024)

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

I could absorb entire pages in seconds, retain details that would take normal people days to memorize. Another gift of my condition, I suppose. Or perhaps a curse. I'd never quite decided. The page I was reading now mentioned something that made my heart stop. "The Lycan Trinity," I read aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. "Three souls whose destinies are so intricately connected that no matter where they are, they will be drawn to each other. Bound by fate. Bound by blood. Bound by something older than either." I read it again. Three souls?

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

She had feigned death, escaped the wreckage, and now, years later, she was about to be bound to him in a way that defied both logic and fate. Selene’s stomach churned. The Soul-Oath was known to bind two souls so tightly that they shared pain, emotions, and even memories. She had never thought she would be forced to undergo it, and certainly not with the very man she had condemned to his suffering. But now, it seemed the inevitable had arrived. Her eyes locked with Kael’s from across the room, and for the briefest moment, something stirred within her. A flicker of recognition? No, that was impossible. He hadn’t remembered her, not yet. And it would be better that way.