Lost Souls Novels & Stories

Lotus Pov As we cautiously stepped into the room, our eyes scanned the scene before us, desperately hoping for a glimmer of hope amidst the mounting despair. But what greeted us shattered any remnants of optimism that clung to our hearts. There, suspended in a haunting display of lifeless stillness, was the body of Dr. Steven. The air grew heavy with sorrow, and time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked onto his lifeless form. The sight was as shocking as it was gut-wrenching, a cruel manifestation of the darkness that had enveloped our lives.

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

the little soul's girl told her with sadness and filling her with questions ," let's help each other and maybe we will get out of here ,Cara suggested to her with no emotion in her voice. Where are we ? Cara suddenly asked her , " limbo " the girl whispered, where is this limbo?Cara asked her witha bit concern . " it's the place where all lost souls are found they are mostly in a run to find love and to rest in peace " The soul of the girl spoke with sadness ,I have been finding my way out since seven years ago, " I left my mom alone , I wanted to go back to see her " the girl whispered sadly . I died ...the girl whispered again to cara making cara's eyes to b

His Moon Sigil glowed softly, while the Starblade remained in Elyra's grasp. "We're together," he said quietly. She nodded, relieved. "We are." Around them, the others began to appear one by one. Victor blinked rapidly. "Please tell me we're not dead." Damien looked around the endless silver expanse. "If we are, it's a very strange afterlife." Cassian, Seraphina, Lucien, Lysandra, Astera, and Orion all materialized nearby. Yet the chamber... The Lost City... The cracked Heart...

I had assumed that he was one of her loyal allies. "When Lysandra started recruiting followers from his kingdom, he marched his army to witchelms to hunt her and her coven. But she had turned the land into a dark puzzle with her spells. They encountered traps of dark magic. The witch didn't kill them yet they are trapped between the world of the dead and that of the living. Their angry souls roam the land in the dark, attacking anything they see. People call them the undead army. Because the witch's spell binds them to the world of the dead more than that of the living," the Sincarion tells.

The high schoolers were weeping, huddling up together, mourning the loss of friends who had been killed whilst vampires and would not be returning to their human form. All morning a series of prison vans had come and gone, taking with them the inmates that had remained humans, along with those who’d had the brief pleasure of being vampires before reverting back to human form. A series of undertakers had also come and gone, removing the police and army personnel who’d lost their lives in the fight. Standing in the middle of the whole thing were the stone statues of Octal and Lore’s mother. Then further into the living room were Lore and Lyra in their lovers’ grip, together forever like a work

It's useless, I can't stop thinking about max, also I can't forgive him for everything, I'm so lost, and it looks like I'm not the only one who left here, the both of us are dead inside - my name is Jakob - that's a strong name for a depressed kid - my father named me, he felt like I can be special in the future, I guess he's wrong - yeah? My mom named me Layla, she thought that I could be something in the future too, where's your father now? - he passed away a long time - that's funny, my mom did pass too - how hard to live in this useless world - yeah I felt like I'm lost, but something inside woke me up, something made me gather my courage to stand up again, in somehow I need to survive,

A pack? Yet I couldn't dismiss the idea completely, not when Bonnie and the whole village believed in me so vehemently. My head started to throb slightly at all the thinking. "That was strange" Orion says as we enter my house. I look at him with puzzled face. "Having a human funeral" Orion adds simply. "What do you mean? Don't you bury your dead?" I ask him. Genuinely curious about his statement. "We burn our dead on a pyre built by their loved ones, at night under the moon. We don't use coffins so that they can ascend" Orion says smiling.

Lost Souls were dead terrors or you can say walking nightmares. A new undefeatable breed the supernatural world was unaware of. And by some fucked up logic that Esmeray was not aware of, she seemed to be the only person who could tame the wild breed. As Ascian the oldest and only sane Oracle had once declared. “SAVE THE CHILDREN!” The Lost Soul's voice echoed in Esmeray's mind pulling her out of her thoughts. At this point, Esmeray was standing in front of some type of wooden dungeon door. As the Lost Soul disappeared Esmeray’s brows furrowed.

Silence. The corruption's body cracked further. The stolen faces vanished. The endless eyes dimmed. The darkness suddenly lashed out. Not with power. With desperation. A final attempt. A final weapon. The creature split into thousands of fragments. Every fragment became a memory. Every fragment became pain. The Chamber filled with visions. Lyra saw every failure she feared. Every person she could not save. Every loss she dreaded. Kael saw the First Queen's sacrifice again. The grief. The loneliness.