Lost Souls Novels & Stories

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

I wanted to fight, to scream, but my limbs wouldn't obey. Tears spilled down my cheeks, blurring everything. I'm sorry… my pups… Just as despair swallowed me whole, a voice cut through the darkness—cold, sharp, and laced with deadly rage. "Let her go!"

How had it all come to this? Laya closed her eyes and finally, mercifully, drifted into sleep, though it was not peaceful. She dreamed she was underwater, arms heavy as lead, breath caught in her lungs. A blurry shape, Kyle, floated just out of reach, eyes wide with silent pleading. She kicked, thrashed, reached, but the deeper she swam, the farther he slipped away. When she woke, gasping, sunlight leaked into the room and her cheeks were wet with tears. That was the moment she knew she was going to hear Cybil Ashcroft out.

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

Esco, Aeolous and Aiden is battling against each other, far from us. I created hundreds of light swords and hit the other mages with it. I created thousands of balls of light but I generated it from their backs, it was on their blind spot. Each of my ball of lights hit them. Some was already on their knees and some was still barely holding on. I made another spell that’s more powerful than the first one that I did. I created a spell on the ground, covering the whole battle athe rea and the lights coming from ground is draining their magic.

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

I did this. “Tell me where they are. No more will die because of me.” I say solemnly as I look down at my shaking hands. “They are on a military base nowhere near the sea. I’m sorry Asteria.” I sigh as tears leave my eyes. “I have lost my power. With each death, I lose a bit more. They won’t survive, they need the water. Even if we managed to get the survivors out, I can’t do anything. They will die before they make it to the water.” I say, as I feel helpless. I can’t help my people. All I can do is watch as they are slaughtered.

They were still in that semi-dark room. Aslan was dreaming. She lied there, unconscious and bloody. He couldn’t reach her. His father’s laugh echoed in the place. And soon, she started fading away. She was disappearing into air into a million pieces. He was trying to scream but couldn’t. His voice was choked. And slowly she disappeared. He screamed but he was falling in a void. His body was stiff and he couldn’t move his hands or legs. He was falling. And falling.

After Lust tried and failed to get into Daniel’s pants she made her way back to the table. Daniel had given up on asking them about the prophecy, Lust had quite effectively pushed him over the edge. His ability to be in the same room with them was gone and he knew that if he didn’t leave then they all would end up back in hell. The Seven crying to their mother about how mean the AOD was and Daniel in chains watching as Lucifer tortured Elizabeth.

Emotions and life and death filter into my already-bereaved soul. It's like pouring water into a pot that is already filled to the brim. I feel my eyes rolling back into my head, and the voices come back in a rush. Alora. Alora. Alora. Hands reach out to me-all these Wolves in the room around me have people who they have lost over their lifetimes. Now, these ghosts and spirits run towards me like moths to a flame. I'm their lighthouse in a stormy sea. "What..." Marcus stares at me, letting me go slowly, "Who are "