Her Soul To Take By Harley Laroux Novels & Stories

He added, "They offered me training in soul arts, and my progress skyrocketed. What they taught was leagues beyond what your headquarters could ever provide." Felix scoffed at his obvious remark. If the Scarlet Lord, the rumored leader of the Hall of Souls, was truly practicing Red Moon Reincarnation Requiem, then all the so-called Soul Scouts were undoubtedly cultivating some form of dark arts. Of course, their progress was fast, but the price they paid for it had not yet surfaced. Just as Felix was about to say something, his phone suddenly rang—it was Xena. The moment he answered, her voice came through, urgent and sharp. "Felix, something is seriously wrong with Laurel Resort—"

Truth is, harlots don't care what the damn name of their client is, all they do is follow him home, offer him what he needs, which is nothing else but pussy, and go your way. That's the shit I know about harlots. “You asked of mine, so, I see no problem in asking of your own.” That was my fair response, while I followed him obediently into his house, hoping he was not another monster. Well, I guess his appearance preached so much against the thought in my mind. He is tall, not blonde like Jaxton, not rich like him, and not quiet like him. I guess this few things are enough proof that a man is not a devil in human skin, like Jaxton who would eat me alive of he sees a way to do that.

Lyle patted my back, “But still, you know I’m right. Sooner or later, someone will find out, and you’ll have to face it.” I was about to respond when one of the trainees burst into the training room, heaving and obviously in distress. “Ms. Victoria, we’re under attack by rogues,” he exclaimed after catching his breath. Lyle and I looked at each other for a moment. “Get the rest of the pack inside. Lyle, make sure no one can get out and call the alpha and Ruis,” I turned to the trainee, “Get into position. We can’t let them raid the pack house.” I ordered and rushed out with him.

“I let you in Harl, made myself believe that even when this was right, it was something, something I haven’t felt in a low tome.” Her voice broke me, the dejection in her eyes made it feel like it was becoming hard to breathe. I wanted to breathe, but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried. “Larissa. You have to…” “I understand your pain Harl, they took something from you, you had to take it back, I understand. But taking me, breaking me… you…” she choked back a sob. I gritted my teeth, holding back from reaching out to hold her, to comfort her, she wouldn’t need that, I knew it. She wouldn’t want me touching her, I could already see it in her eyes. Instead, I dug my nails into the palm of m

In the Kingdom of Veridia, history was written by kings. Now, it is written by fangs. For a thousand years, the Great Prism held the balance between Man and Beast. But when the artifact shatters, the Primal Aether floods the world, unlocking the dormant, violent potential within human DNA. In a single night of blood and fur, civilization collapses. The weak become prey, and the strong become The Wild-Blooded—humans twisted into apex predators by the spirits of lions, gorillas, and dragons. Ren is a nobody—a lowly scribe with ink on his fingers and a fear of heights. When the Aether sickness hits, he falls from the Spire of Scribes to his death. But he doesn't stay dead. Awakening with t

Then, voices could be heard: "Is the sacred fire circle ready?" —Fabian's voice. "Once she enters the circle, I can strip her of her wolf soul while she's unconscious." —The witch's voice. "Remember, the soul must be transferred to Clara, whole and intact. It's her lifelong dream." "The most powerful Moonlight Wolf Soul in North America is more than enough to give that Omega top-tier power." "After tomorrow, Regina will be a broken wolf. But I'll 'lovingly' care for her for the rest of her life. She can never be allowed to ruin Clara's happiness."

The plan was perfect. Or so I thought. The night of the soul ritual, I lured Corren to the ritual grounds, pretending I needed his help. As soon as he stepped into the circle, the spirits grabbed him. He screamed, fighting hard, but it was useless. I stood there, cold and unmoving, as the spirits tore his soul from his body. The power rushed into me like a storm. I felt it surge through the bond between me and Lyran, locking it tighter, darker, deeper.

The priest opened the holy book and began, his voice deep and reverent. “Under the gaze of Goddess Sanguis, we gather to bind two souls chosen not by fate, but by love, not by perfection, but by devotion.” He turned to Carlos. “Carlos Laynox, do you vow to take Harley as your lawful mate? To stand by her side as a vampire and wolf, in light and darkness, in power and weakness, for as long as eternity allows?” Carlos didn’t hesitate to say yes. His grip tightened around my hands as he said, his voice steady but thick with emotion.

I sit next to Haley holding her hand “Why are you here?” I ask “It’s about Harper—” “He’s dead, Einstein. You killed him remember?” “I remember. I live with the guilt everyday” she said under her breath “What did you say?” “Nothing. I came to give him back to you” “What the fuck are you talking about? How exactly would you do that? He’s fucking gone” “I torture souls in Hell and so I have custody over all the souls. I can bring one back to life if I wish it”

Lazarus yelled. Ignoring what Lazarus said, Jared continued. “When all this is over, please can you take care of the only girl who we both came here together? And since you are also an Inhumane could you also guide the two Inhumane kids back to their village. I, Jared Airbrock the Divine hum--” “Hey! I’m Lazarus the reaper or the shadow Inhumane who do you think you’re ordering around, scar face.” Lazarus said.