Lost Souls Novels & Stories

The houses were on each side of the street, and the street went on forever. "What....what is happening?" Kasey shakily asked, her mind already concluding. "It's the souls of the dead... replaying scenes of their lives..." Belasco softly said, sorrow coating his words. "I'm also known as the lord of the lost. These souls will never be free. Not one person has managed to break their cycle since eons ago... These are my people. But yet...I can't help them." Kasey fell quiet, letting Belasco continue leading her to the other side of the street and through another alley. All the way until they reach what looked like it could've been a farming field. But nothing grew. It was now just dried soil. "

Like stone left in moonlight. Then, she vanished. One moment there. The next—just smoke. Tess let out a slow breath. “Okay. Not creepy at all.” Elara stared into the dark. “The Mirrorlands… That’s a place where reality breaks. Where time folds.” “And where the Council can’t follow easily,” I said. Cassian groaned. “Guess we’re going ghost hunting.” I held the scroll tightly. The seal was marked with the same symbol from the crypt. The eye surrounded by flame.

They were the lost souls of the forest, trapped in this realm and controlled by a dark force. Russe and Reina fought with all their might, their eyes glinting in the strange light of the ethereal forest. They could feel the power of the dark force pushing against them, but they refused to back down. Finally, the last of the lost souls fell to the ground, defeated. Adelia ran towards them, tears streaming down her face. “You came for me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Russe wrapped her in a tight embrace, feeling the weight of her small form against his chest. He could feel her heartbeat, so frail and delicate, but sti

" Like a tide of hopelessness, the lost souls glided toward us rather than walking. Their spectral hands grabbed for my flesh, and as soon as they made contact, memories that weren't mine exploded in my head. The scream of a lady. A fighter going down on his knees. It was an already lost war. I gasped and staggered back. Damon took hold of my wrist. "Hey, Melissa! What's the matter? With blurred eyesight, I gripped his arm. "These souls—they're more than just spirits." I trembled when I spoke. They resembled us. Warriors from earlier cycles. Damon tightened his jaw. "Then they didn't succeed." The closest lost soul screamed, its voice twisted in agony. "We tri

There very slightly his chest rose and fell heavily, as if his lungs couldn't handle the extra work. The beta was transformed. His eyes were wild with concern. She ran her fingers hesitantly over her companion's inert face for no answer. "Alisha," he called out to her and a tear fell down his cheek. Again his wolf was wounded. Serguei, Louva and Dylan also arrived transforming. The albino wolf was the first to approach the she-wolf leaving the others with faces disfigured from the transformation. -Beta- he touched Cristian's shoulder calmly- Let me review it for a moment-

There were people who had passed him, but he didn't even notice, so he didn't notice the absence of walkers either. In total darkness, broken only by moonlight, Theo started to make his way back, trying not to trip or fall. He passes the waterfalls he had passed before, but when he's close to the end of the trail, he senses someone behind him and he tenses. Looking around but seeing nothing in the darkness, Theo hurries on, almost running, trying to get back to the path that leads to his apartment. Between darkness, fear and the uncertain path, Theo stumbles and when he falls, he hits his head and loses consciousness.

Darkness appeared beneath. Then the Fourth Crown laughed. A deep ancient laugh. "GOOD." The village vanished. Everything disappeared. The houses. The flames. The people. Gone. Then Thomas stood alone. In darkness. Pure darkness. Then another scene appeared. Different. This time it wasn't the past. It was the future. Then his heart stopped. Immediately. Because he saw Lily. Lying on the ground. Dead. Then Ava. Dead. Then Kael. Then Selene. Then Rowan.

Hope asked, her emerald-crimson eyes reflecting the collapsing nerves. "It’s the Chamber of the First Alpha’s Absence," Leo said, his runes turning a steady, lethal indigo. "It’s where the High Council stores the Things You Lost in the Dark." Suddenly, the floor of the surgical theater vanished, and we began to fall. But this time, the air didn't smell of ozone or lilies. It smelled of Old Paper and Childhood Rain. We hit the floor of the Seventh Layer: The Archive of the Abandoned. It was a world made of millions of floating, silver-grey photographs—images of every moment we had ever lost or forgotten.

The morning light over the city looked deceptively peaceful. Glass towers reflected the soft gold of sunrise, as though nothing in the world could possibly be wrong. But inside Hayes Global Enterprises, chaos had already begun spreading through the company. “Withdraw everything. Now.” A client’s voice snapped through the speakerphone before the line abruptly went dead. Beep. Silence. Sophia Hayes stood motionless in her office, staring at the blinking red light on the phone. Another contract was lost. Her assistant lingered hesitantly by the door. “Ma’am… that was the third major client this morning.”

Darkness snapped like a whip behind him and from the trees, the Lost came crawling, feral, twisted, glass eyed. The fight erupted. John met them first, fists glowing gold, the Moonbearer’s mark blazing. He moved like a storm every punch lighting the night. Sarah moved with him, her blades cutting swift and brutal. They danced together like they had done this forever. Callen summoned ancient energy, sending violet sparks with each blow of her staff. The forest trembled with magic. One of the Lost lunged for Sarah John intercepted, driving a glowing hand into its chest. It disintegrated with a scream.