Lost Souls Novels & Stories

For the first time since creation began, someone was protecting Death without expecting anything in return. The enormous hand continued descending, its black fingers spreading wide enough to eclipse the silver rivers below. Shadows poured from its palm like smoke, swallowing the light wherever they touched. Within those shadows, faint faces appeared and disappeared in endless succession. They twisted in silent agony, their expressions frozen in fear and despair. Nyx’s gaze softened with sorrow. “They are the lost souls he consumed.” Lucien glanced toward her briefly. “He trapped them inside himself?” “He did worse than that.” Her voice grew heavier with every

she said, but she helped me slide the iron bars aside and we dropped into the darkness of the tunnels before I could give her an answer. The tunnels were a nightmare of crumbling stone and stagnant water, and as we moved deeper into the mountain, we began to hear sounds that didn't belong to any animal I knew. They were the "Lost Ones," guards and ancestors who had been consumed by the shadow-sickness in the early days of the curse and had been driven into the depths to rot. They sounded like they were weeping and snarling at the same time, a wet, clicking noise that echoed off the low ceilings and made the hair on my arms stand up. "What are those things?" Ilyra asked, her voice trembling a

The way he looked at me had changed. It was no longer that self-righteous guilt, but a despair and grief that went down to the bone. "Sophia..." His voice was so hoarse it was barely audible, and tears rolled down his face without warning. "I dreamed of you again." My heart skipped a beat. "I dreamed of everything..." He stared at me, his eyes filled with the madness of regaining something lost. "That underwater sanctuary... I opened my veins to feed those beasts... I died in the freezing ocean. It was real, wasn't it? You came back too, didn't you!"

Seo-jun and Yoon-min tore through the last wave of beasts, giving her the opening she needed. Elion’s staff flared with one final burst of brilliance, the light striking the runes. They shattered like glass, the sound ringing through the chamber like the toll of a bell. The vortex above convulsed, its tendrils writhing violently before collapsing inward. The beasts dissolved into nothingness, their shrieks echoing into silence. Lazarus staggered, his connection severed. His body trembled, shadows bleeding from his skin like smoke from a dying flame. Yet his eyes still glowed with venom.

Levy walked out of the lodge closing the door behind her as she watched the echo of Lily walk out of the lodge. A soul hunter in exchange for a bit of the person whose soul they were finding would create another existence similar to that of the person who has lost their soul, and this alternative existence was called echo.

Instead, you dragged me further into the depths of despair, making me suffer from pain so agonizing that no other human could ever bear… "Winter!" "Winnie!" Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard people calling my name. I felt incredibly dizzy. I then suddenly realized that I'd somehow gone over to the window, which was dozens of stories above the ground, with my feet dangling in the air…

In a fit of rage, she crashed her car into him. "Well, the two of them are still in the hospital. One is in a vegetative state, and the other is paralyzed. I'm not sure who's worse off." "Warren Group's been bought out, too. It's never coming back." After I heard of what happened, I quickly forgot about it. Because from the day I married Roscoe, Benji's name became like any other ordinary name in the world. I didn't dwell on it, and I'd never think of him again.

“Bryan’s hope is a lie!” Jessica’s glow faltered, tears streaming as she faced Kade, his eyes pleading yet distant. “I trust you,” she choked, but the loom pulsed, and Kade’s form wavered, Ardyn’s shadow flickering within him, whispering secrets only a lover would know. The second twist hit: the loom wasn’t just Vynia’s—it was the nexus’s heart, split by its own fear of love’s fragility, using Echo’s face to manipulate Jessica’s guilt, turning her companions’ love into weapons. The chains of prismatic threads tightened, binding them, their screams—Kade’s roar, Selene’s cry, Lucas’s shout, Bryan’s plea—tearing her apart. Kade clawed at the chains, blood pooling, his voice a sob. “I’m real, Je

“I saw the records. What you did to those people. What you did to the forest. You think that made you a god?” Halloway smiled, teeth black with mold. “No, child. It made me the first seed.” He stood. The chamber responded. Roots unfurled behind him like wings. And at their tips dangled bodies — the Lost, their faces slack, eyes empty, vines threaded through their chests like marionette strings. Teenagers, adults, even some of the old hospital staff. Each one lifeless, yet faintly breathing. As if they hadn’t been killed, only paused.

“But I am your shield. If we stand together, we don’t just survive, we rise.” They cheered, but she felt the weight behind their voices. This wasn’t hope. It was desperation. Among them stood her childhood friend, Kael, who had once believed she died in the fire. His eyes now held pain and something else. “You look just like your mother,” he said quietly. “She was the one who stopped the first uprising.” Emily didn’t know if that gave her courage or dread. But Kael offered his sword. And that mattered. As twilight fell, Lila returned with news, her scouts had seen the Bonefire army. They weren’t just wolves. They were corrupted spirits, some half-formed, others dripping in rune-marked armor.