Fergus Sold His Soul Novels & Stories

“Haha… It's useless! Everyone is going to die, and no one can escape. The Sangruil Sinners have not been seen for hundreds of years, and now they have suddenly appeared, they will definitely do something big. They despised the empire to the core, so they must have come well prepared this time. Even the palace guards secretly protecting the princess were wiped out, yet you people think you can defeat them? You must be dreaming! Haha... I'll wait for you all to die with me when the time comes,” Fergus said weakly as he lay on the ground.

I can smell the respect dripping off him. Couldn’t this damn beast just shut up! Who had asked for his opinion about this trip, anyway? I sure as hell hadn’t. He had been doing his job, staying quiet for a while, so why choose now to start talking? ‘Starlight brat…you let him look down on us… again. I thought you were trying to win the swamp king over, not hand him the damn shovel to bury us with.’ Suddenly, a deep breath escaped from Fergus’ lips. “She used to climb the roofs,” he began. I didn’t know what had shifted, but the man had suddenly changed his mind. Maybe this was his way of trying. Who knew?

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." 

He had a wife and child at Wincier Hill. Back when Elias Sullivan thought of annexing Starlight City into the Great Sky Group Foundation, he mentioned how Ferguson wasn’t truly a virtuous person. He seemed aware that Ferguson had done a lot of f*cked up things. It was why Elias firmly believed that Ferguson’s front as a philanthropist was an act and that he was the same as them down to the bones. The charity was an excuse to collect funds illegally. However, Elias misunderstood Ferguson. Ferguson Ford might have been miserly in his younger days. However, as he got older, he truly devoted all that he had to charity.

The cruelty was absolute. "And Catherine?" Harper’s voice shook. "She was the only one who could stabilize the serum," Richard cried. "When she found out Arthur planned to harvest Julian's organs... she ran. She took the formula." "I... I tried to stop her. I needed Arthur's money. Sterling Corp was my biggest investor." Harper stared at him. "You sold your wife and daughter for a seed round investment?" Richard sobbed. "I was weak." "No," Harper said coldly. "You are not weak. You are hollow."

Fred’s betrayal and wrongdoing were clear in my mind, but his ultimate fate had always remained a mystery. Ethan seemed to have anticipated this question. He lowered his head, his expression growing somber. "Fred summoned a demon before. As payment, his soul was taken before the demon was destroyed. So, his soul is likely drifting, lost." He paused for a moment before continuing, "As for his body, Ken arranged for it to be kept here at Harry's hospital until the day Ken Yimo leaves, when they will be burned together and scattered into the sea." His tone was flat, but it carried an undeniable sense of resignation. Fred's fate was a punishment he could not escape. Perhaps, in a way, it was a f

I'm coming to save you. He tried to call his brother’s mobile line but it wasn't going through. Drake had learned a few tricks. He could track phones and so he did. Luckily, Fergus didn't block his phone. He took his truck and drove out of the Jordans' mansion and into the woods. He knew his brother so well. Fergus is an evil genius and he's always been obsessed about serial killers documentaries and kidnapping tricks. So it's kinda strange that he left his phone open to be easily tracked except….

"What are you talking about? Dominic bought that facility months ago." "He bought the real estate, my dear," Silas hissed, taking a slow step forward, his scent of formaldehyde and dried blood spiking aggressively. "But the serum keeping your brother's mutated heart beating is an experimental strain developed by the Council's sub-basement laboratories. We own his breath, Clara. And we have just ordered his life support to be terminated." Dominic’s entire frame locked up, the veins in his neck bulging as his inner beast roared in a state of absolute, toxic madness. But before he could lunge to tear Silas apart, the newborn child in Clara’s arms let out a low, vibrant hum.

The vein in his thick neck began to violently throb. "Do you think his Vanguard cares if it's a game?" my father roared, his fist slamming down on my heavy ironwood desk so hard the timber splintered. My whiskey glass toppled over, amber liquid spilling across the maps. "Do you think his army pauses to check if a claim is biologically valid before they start burning our borders? Whether it's a joke or not, you publicly sold a woman the King called mate!" I stood up so fast my chair crashed to the floor behind me. "I was getting rid of her! I did what you told me to do!"

A cold, sharp smile touched my lips. “Pay?” My voice was clear through the speaker. “Victor, when you brought Giselle into our home, when you let Seraphina torture me, when you sold me to the highest bidder like livestock… did you think about payment? This is your payment. Enjoy the repentance.” Giselle couldn’t handle the collapse. Her mind broke. She was committed to a sanitarium, lost in her own whispers. Seraphina, with nothing left, made one last, desperate play.